#you ain’t gotta use flattery

[dangerousdesiress]

Little does he know. Smart is an understatement… 😂😈

[thewickerking]

‼️ Incoming! 💥

🔴Sticker #️⃣ tagging, #️⃣ tagging, #️⃣ tagging, #️⃣ tagging

🧍‍♂️I got what 🫵 you 🥺 need ,⛏️ pick what 🫵you want and 🥁 stick it on

🧍‍♂️I can 👁 show 🫵you 🥺need, 🧍‍♂️I'm a 🦛 hip 🔴sticker

💥Bang, 💥bang, 👀look at the🚸 kids 🤝holding their 🗣heads🆙️ up⬆️high

NCT,👯‍♂️ we will 👁show🫵 you the 〰️vibe, 👋hi

👯‍♂️Our ™️logo in the 🔺️shape of a 🔫gun, 🎉woo, 🎉woo

👶Baby (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah,✅️ yeah)

❌️Don’t be😱 afraid (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah, ✅️yeah)

💭Think about🫵 your⭐️ star, (✔️Yeah,☑️ yeah,✅️ yeah) ⭕️Oh!

It really❌️ doesn't⛰️ erode away

🧍‍♂️I make🫵 you🌟 shine brighter (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah, ✅️yeah)

⏰️When the✌️ two🗺 worlds🖇converge (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah, ✅️yeah)

On 🌏earth, 👯‍♂️we📞 call that 🫶L-O-V-E😍, ah (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah,✅️ yeah)

Just 👄say what 🫵your 🫀hеart 🗣tells 🫵you

It 💭means,🫵 you can💃 move as 🫵you 🥺plеase

⏰️When it's just the ✌️two of 🫂us, just 🐝be 😋sweet like 🍬sugar (❕️Hey!❕️)

❌️Don’t bother🧠 minding 👥others, 🫵you're the👑 boss

❌️Don't😟 worry, just🤝 trust 🧍‍♂️me (Ooh)

Only 🫵you can 😏do that

If🫵 you 🥴want i😳t, then 😳it's 🫵yours

🦉Hoo, just stay 🫂close to 🧍‍♂️me

Like a 🔴sticker, 🟡sticker, 🔵sticker (🧎‍♂️Ho!)

🫵You're the ❗️main 👤character in 🧍‍♂️my 🎼masterpiece🎵

Like a 🔴sticker, 🟡sticker, 🔵sticker (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah)

❌️Forget💭 about the 😟troubling 🌏world (🌏World)

Just ✍️write ⬇️down the 📚history of 🫵you and 🧍‍♂️me (🦉Hoo, 🦉hoo)

❌️Don't 🗣say much other than "👤I 😍love 🧍‍♂️you" (⭕️*Oh*)

If 🧍‍♂️I'm👉 right, ⚾️throw 🫵your 👐hands 🆙️up

❌️Don't 🐝be 🏃‍♂️hasty, 🥁stick it on 😳hard

💭Know that 🧍‍♂️I ❌️ain’t 🍂falling off (🍂Falling off)

🧍‍♂️I 👉feel 🧍‍♂️ my😍 affection 🔌surging⚡️ up🆙️ (👯‍♂️Let’s🏃‍♂️ go)

❓️Who put this all🤲 together

🧍‍♂️I'm the 🔴sticker for 🫵your 😍love

So if🫵 you👀 see it, 🧎‍♂️ho

If 🫵you👂 hear it, ✍️answer🧍‍♂️ me👉 right away, like👶 baby

👶Baby (👶Baby) (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah, ✅️yeah)

🧍‍♂️I feel so😍 attracted🧲 to 🫵you (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah, ✅️yeah)

🗣Talk about🫵 your 🪐gravity (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah, ✅️yeah) ⭕️Oh

🫵You↪️ pull 🧍‍♂️me so 😳hard like🤪 crazy

🧍‍♂️My very 🆒️cool 🥶attitude (✔️Yeah,☑️ yeah, ✅️yeah)

❌️Can’t even 🤌snap 📤out of it (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah,✅️ yeah)

🧍‍♂️I ❌️can't 🏃‍♂️resist 👶baby 👧girl, ⭕️oh (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah, ✅️yeah)

🫵*You🍬 treat 🧍‍♂️me 😍like a👦 boy

😍Like a 🧓grown-up 👶child 🏃‍♂️chasing a 💭dream*

🍂Fallin' into🧍‍♂️ my 😍love, 🧍‍♂️my 🍬sugar (❕️Hey!❕️)

👂Listen

This really❌️ isn't 🤏just 😏flattery

All 🧍‍♂️my 😍emotions😢 have been 🌱growing ✌️to 🤗welcome 🫵you (⭕️Ooh)

🧍‍♂️*I 😡mean, 🫵you’re the 👑boss*

🦉Hoo, just stay🫂 close ✌️to 🧍‍♂️me

😍Like a 🔴sticker, 🟡sticker, 🔵sticker (⭕️Oh-🅰️ah-🅰️ah-🅰️ah-🅰️ah; 🧎‍♂️Ho!)

🫵You're the❗️ main👤 character in 🧍‍♂️my 🎼masterpiece🎵

😍Like a 🔴sticker, 🟡sticker, 🔵sticker ✔️(*Yeah-☑️yeah*)

❌️**Forget💭 about the 😟troubling🌏 world** (⭕️*Oh*; ❌️forget💭)

**Just ✍️write ⬇️down the📚 history of 🫵you and 🧍‍♂️me** (🦉Hoo,🦉 hoo)

❌️Don't 👄say much other than 👤"I 😍love🫵 you" (✔️*Yeah*)

If 🧍‍♂️I'm 👉right, ⚾️throw 🫵your 👐hands 🆙️up

All 🫵your😟 worries, 👋bye, 👋bye,👋 bye (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah, ✅️yeah)

As it 🌊flows, 👋bye, 👋bye, 👋bye (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah, ✅️yeah)

❓️What's the ☝️point of 👄saying it, 🫂we're (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah, ✅️yeah)

Already 🪐destined〰️

😍Like the 👽existence of 🌁day and🌉 night

It 😌feels only 🌱natural

🫵You will gotta be only☝️ one🧍‍♂️ I 😍love (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah, ✅️yeah)

👇This 💛mellow-drama🎭

❌️Without🫵 you, there's ❌️no 👥audience (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah, ✅️yeah)

That 😃kind of ☝️monodrama🎭

Let's ⚾️throw a 🥳party🎊 just 🍀for the ✌️two of 😍us (✔️Yeah, ☑️yeah, ✅️yeah)

☝️Only🫵 you're🧍‍♂️ my 👑V.I.P‼️

❌️Don't😟 worry, 🧍‍♂️I'm ❤️ready, 👍👁see 👼heaven👉 right away

👯‍♂️*Let's 🏃‍♂️go, 👯‍♂️let's🏃‍♂️ go*

🧻Roll 🆙️up✌️ to the 🥳party,🧻 roll🆙️ up, 🧻roll 🆙️up

🛼Roll🆙️ up ✌️to the 🥳party, 🛼roll 🆙️up, 🛼roll🆙️ up

🍣Roll🆙️ up ✌️to the🥳 party

🗞Roll🆙️ up,🗞 roll 🆙️up ✌️to the🥳 party (🗞Roll🆙️ up✌️ to the 🥳party)

🎲Roll 🆙️up ✌️to the 🥳party

🙄Roll 🆙️up, 🎲roll 🆙️up✌️ to the

✔️Yeah,☑️ yeah, ✅️yeah

🦉Hoo, just stay🫂 close✌️ to 🧍‍♂️me (✔️Yeah,⭕️ oh-⭕️oh, ☑️yeah)

😍Like a 🔴sticker, 🟡sticker, 🔵sticker (⭕️Oh, ✔️yeah)

🫵You're the ❗️main 👤character in 🧍‍♂️my 🎼masterpiece🎵

😍Like a 🔴sticker, 🟡sticker, 🔵sticker (Ay, ✔️yeah)

❌️Forget💭 about the 😟troubling 🌏world (🌏*World*)

Just ✍️write 👇down the 📚history of 🫵you and 🧍‍♂️me (🦉Hoo, 🦉hoo)

❌️Don't 🗣say much other than 🧍‍♂️"I 😍love 🫵you" (*❌️Don't 🗣say much other than 🧍‍♂️"I 😍love 🫵you,"😲 woah, ✔️yeah*)

If 🧍‍♂️I'm 👉right, ⚾️throw 🫵your 👐hands 🆙️up

😍Like a 🔴sticker, 🟡sticker, 🔵sticker

[socialwriter]

Simp

**Gif by @rafecameron​**

Idea by @ptersparkers​: the x times rafe/jj is caught being soft and refuses to admit it and the one time he does bc i’m a sucker for that but can someone write it because i want it but i don’t wanna write it 

Part of my week of fluff

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

TW: Soft boi Rafe 

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Summary: 3+1 of the three times Rafe didn’t admit he was a softie (simp), and the one time he did

Requests featured: 

@anonymous0writer​: hi bubs. week of fluff: ““I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” w soft rafe or topper?? ty bubs

@softstarkey​:  “Would you mind if I kissed you?” w rafe 🥰

anon:  could you maybe write something about being super cuddly with rafe? your one w pope got me🥺🥺🥺

@butgilinsky​:  cooking dinner for rafe😪 or vice versa i’m not picky. also ily💓

A/n: I am now feeling the pressure of having five people’s wants in one fic, but i shall suffer in silence, also this is my first x + 1 fic so I hope it doesn’t suck oop

You and Rafe were both lounging around, your head on his chest and his arms around you when you looked up at him and noticed something you hadn’t before. “Woah, you have long eyelashes.”

He looked down at you, quirking a brow. “Do I? Huh, never noticed.”

“Yea, they just go blond at the end so you can’t see ‘em. You know...I could fix that for you.” You tell him, a devilish glint in your eyes. He furrows his brows, slightly scared as to what you had in mind. “What do you mean…”

You don’t answer his question, instead getting up out of his bed and walking into the joint bathroom, sifting through your makeup bag until eventually you find your mascara. “Aha!”

Rafe sits up, now curious as to what you were planning on doing. “Babe, what are you getting in there?”

You casually walk back into his bedroom, an excited grin plastered on your face as you crawl into bed once more and sit in his lap, wrapping your legs around his torso. “I’m gonna use mascara on you!” You exclaim, showing him the black tube.

His eyes widen, and he shakes his head violently at the very idea of wearing makeup. “Nope, there is absolutely no way I am doing that. You’re tripping babe.”

You pout, jutting out your bottom lip in the way that always got you what you wanted when it came to your boyfriend. “But baby, you’ll look so pretty and it’ll make your beautiful eyes pop even more.”

He frowned, staring at the tube of makeup. “Does it hurt?”

“Not one bit baby.” You assured him, pushing back some of the hair that had fallen in his face.

“Ok alright fine, if you want to do it I’ll do it.” 

You squeal, clapping your hands together and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I swear you’ll love it.” You get to work applying the makeup quickly before he has the chance to change his mind. He surprisingly doesn’t flinch much while you’re applying, but that all changes when you’re applying the last bit of mascara and Wheezie walks in.

“Hey Rafe have you seen m-oh my god.” She exclaims, an amused grin forming on her face. “What are you doing.”

“Wheezie get out of here!” He screams, unable to actually get up and push her out so of course, she stays to tease him.

“Wow, Y/n, really gotta hand it to you. You did the impossible and turned Rafe Cameron soft.” 

You giggled, resting your head on Rafe’s shoulder and kissing his jaw. “Thanks Wheezie.”

Rafe scoffs loudly, glaring at his youngest sister. “Both of you shut it! I am not soft!”

You snort in response to his words, giving him a soft kiss on the neck. “Of course not, baby.”

Wheezie giggles, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “Ok ok, you’re not soft. Whatever you say you simp.” With that she leaves Rafe’s room, shutting the door behind her.

“Y/n?”

“Mhm?”

“What does simp mean?”

“Don’t worry about it babe.”

----

“Rafe?” You asked softly, quietly walking into the bedroom of the Cameron household. Kelce and Topper were over, playing video games, but Rafe had promised you cuddles after htey left, which was supposed to be over a half hour ago. 

“Yea babe?” He asked, never tearing his gaze away from the screen. All three boys were very into whatever was happening in the game, muttering insults at each other every once in a while.

“It's getting late, are you almost done?”

“Yea babe, just 5, 10 minutes, tops.”

You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. He had said that 20 minutes ago. An idea pops into your head that if you couldn’t get him upstairs to cuddle with you, then you would have to just cuddle with him down here. You walk around the couch, crawling into his lap and latching onto him like a koala. Both Topper and Kelce glance over for a second, rolling their eyes at the unexpected PDA from the two of you. “Baby I wanna go upstairs.” You mumble against Rafe’s neck, nuzzling your head further into him. 

“I know you do baby, just give a minute to beat these guys and I’m all yours.” He tells you, earning shouts of protest from both boys sitting next to him. “Are you wearing my shirt?” He questions when he glances down at you, to which you nod in response. 

“Your shirt and nothing else babe.” You say, a smirk finding its ways to your lips. He stiffens at your words, taking an audible gulp before quickly turning of the TV

“Hey man!” “What do you think you’re doing!” “Are you serious!” 

“Ok boys, time for you to leave,” Rafe tells the other two who both get up from the couch, grumbling about their game and how they were ‘so winning’. 

“Dude, you are so soft.” Topper tells him, rolling his eyes at the older boy.

“Like seriously, what's happening to you man.” Kelce adds, grabbing his stuff from the floor of the living room. 

“I am not soft, and I suggest you leave before I make you.” Rafe growls, moving to stand up. You, however, do not like this plan, whining and clinging to him tighter, mumbling a soft ‘no’. He listens to you, earning a look from both Topper and Kelce. 

“Dude, seriously, you’re such a simp.” Topper says as both boys leave the house.

“SERIOUSLY WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN.”

----

“Rafe!” You call out for him, having your boyfriend run into the kitchen where you are a minute later. “Yeah babe, whats up?”

“Today, I’m going to teach you how to cook.” You tell him, earning a groan from him “What, why? I like everything you cook so much.”

“Flattery ain’t getting you out of this one. C’mon, we’re starting simple, it's just eggs. It would take an idiot to screw those up.” 

“Idiot at your service.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “You gotta stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” He asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Tearing yourself down. You’re not an idiot, you just never learned how to cook is all. And that’s what I’m here for, to teach you how.”

He gives you an apprehensive look but nods, accepting the fact that he was doing this whether he liked it or not. “Ok so where do you start with eggs?”

“Well, first you’re going to get the eggs.” You tell him, earning a helpless look in response. “They’re in the fridge babe.”

“Right, right, I knew that totally.” He mumbles, going over to the fridge and getting the carton the eggs stored inside. Eventually, you had gotten him through scrambling the eggs and now you were ready for the stove, which he looked at with fear in his eyes. “Babe, maybe you should take over from here.”

“Rafe, you can do this. You’re a master chef, I believe in you. Now use that oven!”

He gave you one more glance before putting the pan of yolks onto the stove you’d already turned on for him. “Make sure you turn it over so it doesn’t burn babe.”

“Can you show me how?”

You nod, grabbing a spatula and placing it in his hand before guiding him through the motions of flipping the eggs. “You’re doing great babe.”

“Yeah?” He asks, grinning at you. You nod at him right as Sarah walks into the kitchen, having to do a double take. 

“What's going on?” She questions, not really believing that her brother is actually cooking a meal.

“I’m teaching Rafe how to cook,” you inform her, turning back to the stove to make sure that you didn’t burn the eggs. 

“Um, Rafe, didn’t you once tell me that you would pay for your own personal chef before you learned how to cook for yourself?”

Rafe’s face turns a bright red as he looks down at the floor. “Well yea...but Y/n wanted me to learn how to cook so I’m doing it.”

Sarah’s mouth was left slightly ajar, shocked by the fact that a girl was able to change Rafe so much. “Wow Rafe, didn’t know you’d gone soft for your girl.”

Rafe pouts, jutting out his bottom lift. “I’m not soft, I'm just a chef.” 

Sarah snorts, raising her brows at her brother. “Sure you simp, if that helps you sleep at night.”

“Why does everyone keep calling me that?!”

----

“Y/n?” Rafe asks, tracing small circles on your hip bone. 

“Mhm?” You respond, not looking up from your phone.

“I love you.” His words cause you to look up from your phone, eyes softening when you see him looking at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

“I love you too baby.” You say, giving him a soft smile.

“Can I kiss you?” He questions, lips only centimeters away from yours. You don’t respond, instead closing the gap between the two of you and pressing a short and sweet kiss to his lips. He, however, decides that’s not enough, giving you kiss after kiss, causing you to giggle against his lips. “Rafe!”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” 

You laugh at his words, shaking your head. “Rafe, you really have gone soft, haven’t you?”

He shrugs his shoulders in response, giving you a grin. “Only for you baby, only for you.”

“Wow, you really are a simp.”

“Aww come on!”

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[slasherhaven]

Hello, can I make a request for Thomas? Something about him getting bullied/attacked/picked on by either people from the town or coworkers in the factory and physically strong reader standing up for him and openly liking him/finding him handsome? It can lead to a nswf moment or not, and idk if they would know each other personally prior to that... pls female reader if possible. <3 I love your work.

Unfortunately, no NSFW in this one. Just a steamy kiss!

Thomas’ Future S/O defending him against a bully

Word Count: 2311

You had been working at the meat processing plant for a while now, and since your first week you had befriended the silent and mysterious Thomas Hewitt. You first saw him when you were being given your introductory tour, your less than friendly tour guide had pointed him out and told you to just avoid him, but that only made you more curious about him.

You understandably figured that he just wasn't a friendly guy or that he had caused some trouble in the past but you quickly realised that wasn't quite right. You hadn't even finished your first week there when you realised that he wasn't a problem at all, it was actually the others that bothered him all day, while he just remained silent, kept his head down, carried on with his work, and ignored them.

He wasn't the problem, they were.

So, on that Friday, you marched over to his work station at the back of the room and asked him to have lunch with you. He seemed cautious of you, like you must be pulling a prank on him, before agreeing.

From then on, you and Thomas would always have lunch together, and a friendship formed. You carried most of the conversation but eventually he took to scribbling down what he wanted to say on some paper. You weren't sure if he couldn't talk or just didn't talk, either way you didn't mind. You had earned his trust, at least as much as anyone could right now, because you had always been so kind to him. Yes, he had thought it was a joke at first, but he really was starting to realise that you were being sincere. You were his friend.

You were one of the last to check out at the end of the day, often using the time after everyone had left to speak with Thomas some more. You really enjoyed your time together, even if he wasn't the most talkative person, you liked him.

After checking out, you headed back to the work floor, where you saw Thomas finishing up. But with him, was one of the worst offenders when it came to picking on him. One of the men who thought something of himself, thought himself to be better than everyone, especially Thomas.

He was, once again, berating the taller man. You rolled your eyes and walked over to them. "Get outta here, Pete. Ain't you got something better to do?" you sighed, hoping that the man would just leave without argument.

"You don't gotta defend him because you feel bad for him" Pete scoffed, looking Thomas up and down like he was some sort of spectacle.

"I don't feel bad for him, you're just an asshole and nobody should be subjected to having to listen to you" you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Oh come on, it don't bother ya, right?" Pete asked Thomas, acting as if the insults had just been some friendly banter but you knew better than that. "Probably doesn't even understand what I'm saying" he laughed when the other man didn't respond. "He's just some animal" his smile fell, his expression turning darker, as he glared up at him.

"Oh please, he's a better man than you. Smarter, kinder, more empathetic, better looking. You've got nothing on him, Pete" you glared at the man, suddenly becoming defensive over your friend. Your words made Thomas look down at you, shocked by what you had to say and even more by the sincerity.

"Better looking?" Pete scoffed, clearly amused by your compliment. You cringed a little, knowing you had accidently opened the floodgates, so you made sure to speak before he did.

"Have you looked in the mirror lately? I pity your poor wife" you looked him up and down disapprovingly, like the sight of him repulsed you. And in maybe ways it did.

This time, Pete didn't respond, he just glared before taking a step towards you. Though you were quite ready to handle yourself, you just looked up as Thomas moved to stand slightly in front of you, staring down at the man almost threateningly.

Pete looked up at the much taller man, looking like he was considering his chances before deciding that he would definitely lose. So, he backed down, glaring at both of you, before grabbing his coat and heading out of the door. Leaving only you and Thomas on the work floor.

"I hate that guy. I don't know why he's always picking on you" you let out a huff of annoyance as you dropped your arms to your sides.

Thomas turned back to you as you spoke...he could give you a few reasons...

"Thanks for standing up for me just then but you don't need too, I can handle myself. Anyway, I'm used to the men around here, most of them are pigs" your face and voice softened as you looked up at him.

But he still hung his head. 'Most of them are pigs', he's been called much worse but did you see him like that? Women definitely tended to avoid him like the plague, even though he really wasn't a threat to him, they seemed to think he was. Did you think that?

"Wish they were more like you" you chuckled, making him look at you again. You could see the surprise in his eyes and that made you frown a little. "Oh don't look at me like that. You're the best man I've met around here. Trust me, I feel more comfortable around you than our other co-workers" you told him sincerely but he still adverted his gaze, not believing you.

"Hey, come on, I mean it. I'm not messing with you. Y'know I wouldn't do that to you" you frowned a little, gently placing your hands on his arms. He had stopped flinching away from your touch now, something that he used to to regularly. "You need somebody to help you see how good you actually are..." you told him before insisting, "I meant everything I said, y'know."

His gaze met yours, curious but shy. You had noticed that he had rather expressive eyes.

"We both know how people look at you and I hate it because it's so wrong. I hate even more that you believe them" you sighed as you lowered your hands, stepping back to comfortably leaning back against his worktable.

"You are smart, smarter than anyone gives you credit for, all because you don't talk but that doesn't matter" you shook your head in disapproval. "You're kind and caring. You're always so sweet to me even though people can be so cruel to you. You stood up for me back there even though you didn't have too" you pointed out, "and I know you don't think it, that's clear enough to see, but...well, I think you're pretty damn handsome. And I'm sure I've told you that before".

You have...you have told him that before, always so unashamed about finding him attractive, but he always thought you were messing around.

"I know I've never seen you without the mask-" you continued, noticing how he tensed at the mention of the mask, "-but that doesn't bother me. I can see enough of your face to know you're attractive and you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen" you compliment. A smile gracing your face when you saw his blush over the top of his mask.

Only then, you realised that you were speaking a lot and probably being a little overwhelming. Maybe he wasn't blushing from the flattery but from embarrassment or discomfort and that wasn't what you wanted at all.

"I'm sorry. I'm probably being a lot right now, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable" you apologised but he quickly shook his head to reassure you. "You don't mind it?" you asked and he shook his head again.

"Well, good" you smiled before reaching out and taking one of his larger hands in yours. "This isn't really how I wanted to bring it up, after an argument with some asshole at work, but...I've never lied to you, Thomas. I really do like you" you told him.

He still didn't talk but he did give your hand a small squeeze, a silent 'I like you too' that made you smile before gently guiding him closer to you. He stepped forward cautiously, like he was waiting for you to burst out laughing and for the hidden audience to come out laughing at him for thinking that he could ever have this for even a moment.

"This okay?" even though you knew he wasn't dumb like everyone else seemed to think, you sometimes worried you were taking advantage of him because he didn't talk and tended to just let things happen to him. For somebody so large and intimidating, he could be rather timid around you.

But he nodded.

You let go of his hand but only to place your hands on his shoulders, leaning up on your toes to carefully press a light kiss to his lips, ignoring the feel of the mask. You had actually planned on inviting him around for dinner, rather than approaching this in the middle of the factory, but this would have to do because it felt like the right moment. Oh well.

Thomas' hands instinctively rested on your waist to support you, since you had to strain on your toes to even reach up to him.

You had always found his height attractive but you couldn't deny it was a little bit of an obstacle right now. Thankfully, he also lent down so that you could relax a little and not have to strain so much to meet his lips.

But as quick as your lips touched his, you pulled away again, gaze scanning his face for a reaction.

His hands were still holding your waist, not wanting to move them and alert you to their presence just in case you became aware to them and decided you wanted them off of you, but also not wanting to pull them away and stop touching you.

He felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck,  neither of you minding how he lent down for you to be able to do so.

Gaze closely scanning your face, he realised that you were watching him expectantly and Thomas froze up for a moment. You were waiting for him to do something, you wanted him to make the next move. For a moment he didn't think he could but your presence put him at ease, you always did.

You have always been so kind, so honest, and so accepting of him. Whenever you came around with that smile on your face, Thomas couldn't ignore the fuzzy feeling he got inside or the smile on his own face.

So, Thomas lent in again and kissed you.

It felt easy with you, it felt right, like this was what you were supposed to be doing. And he hoped that this was the start of something.

The kiss was a tad more forceful than you had anticipated but you blamed it on pent up emotion, and you weren't complaining at all. In fact, one of your hands moved to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss a little. You just couldn't help yourself.

At first you had control of the kiss, Thomas following your lead, learning from you. But he slowly became more confident. His hold on your waist becoming a little firmer, more sure, and taking the lead in the kiss, making you sigh happily into his mouth.

You guided Thomas a little closer, welcoming him into your personal space, and he moved willingly. He couldn't be close enough to you. He picked up on your eagerness, and even if it confused him, he didn't want to disappoint.

Each time one of you made an attempt to deepen the kiss, the other reciprocated it. The hand, that wasn't on the back of his neck, slipped over his chest and to his waist, wanting to feel more of him.

Both of you were a little surprised when your back hit the table behind you but you couldn't help but smile when Thomas' hands gripped your hips, easily lifting you up and sitting you atop the sturdy table.

Now, Thomas was able to straight up and press his body to yours better. Your arms returned to their place around his neck, sitting as close to the edge of the table as possible so that you could feel his strong form against you.

Maybe the two of you were getting a little carried away considering where you were...

But neither of you could help it. You had been pining after him for a while and Thomas felt the same. Plus, the amount of affection he was feeling and receiving in this moment was just overwhelming to him.

Just as you were completely forgetting where you were, the sound of a door slamming snapped you both out of the moment and made you pull away from each other. Both of you flustered as Thomas took a step away from you, the two of you turning to the sound.

Then the supervisor walked in, seeming surprised to see anyone still here. "What are you two still doing here. Get home, I need to lock up" he was more annoyed by you both than anything but you didn't plan on hanging around much longer.

"Sorry, Boss" you apologised as you grabbed your coat. "C'mon, Tommy, I'll drive you home" you offered as you turned back to him. Thomas nodded without hesitation and followed you out of the building, neither of you noticing the glance you both received from the supervisor.

Smiling up at Thomas, you wrapped your arm around his and guided him to your car. You knew that he usually walked to and from work, but you didn't mind giving him a lift at all.

[vanillasakura]

RDRSW21 Day 3: Robbery/Heist

Title: Wolf Apart From the Pack

Word Count: 1059

Pairing: Mary-Beth/Sadie

Warnings/Notes: None!

Title from I Was An Island by Allison Weiss

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What did I do to deserve this? What did you do to me? Baby come back, you know I don’t wanna be free

Spending time in Saint Denis was always an adventure to Mary-Beth. Visiting meant that it was basically required she get herself all dolled up in that dress she owned but never had a practical reason to wear, but it was even more fun when you had a ton of stupid, oblivious rich people to rob. Mary-Beth couldn’t help but smirk to herself as she walked away from each unattended bag she found in stores and theatres, it was just so funny how these city women had no gripes at all about leaving their things unattended, making it oh-so easy for the very normal looking Mary-Beth to take some money or jewelry with a quick slide of hand. If she was lucky, she could even keep a piece or two for herself before handing the remains over to Arthur to sell to his contact.

Indeed, Saint Denis was always an adventure. And it was only better when Sadie got to come along.

The entire ride down, she had done nothing but complain about having to dress like a “spoiled princess”, and was completely unaffected by Mary-Beth’s strings of compliments and longing eyes. It had taken everything in her to not grab Sadie and press a kiss to her in front of everybody else at camp, but some things, unfortunately, need to be kept secret, and their relationship was no exception. Nonetheless, Sadie did her job of making sure Mary-Beth was alright in the event that anything went south, a pistol tucked into a small pocket that Karen had sewn into the dress.

Thankfully, they hadn’t come to need the firearm, and at the end of the day, the two retreated to their hotel room, Mary-Beth unloading her pockets and her bag onto the bed.

“Damn, you really got quite a haul here.” Sadie said, already changed into her nightclothes.

“I know, right?” Mary-Beth giggled sweetly. “This was probably some of the easiest robbin’ I’ve ever done, too. I swear, it only gets easier every time I come down to this city. The women here just keep gettin’ more and more relaxed with leavin’ their things strewn about the place.”

“Still, that doesn’t make this any less impressive.” Sadie pressed a kiss to Mary-Beth’s temple, arms encircling her waist as the younger woman laughed. “I’m real proud of you.”

“Thank you.” Mary-Beth said, beginning the process of sorting through the jewelry. “I counted already while you were changin’, got about three hundred in cash, give or take. And if everything else here is as nice as this-” she pausd to show Sadie a ruby-encrusted brooch, “I dare say that I’ll have netted about a thousand dollars!”

“Jesus, you seriously never fail to impress me.” Sadie unlocked her arms from around Mary-Beth, taking a seat on the edge of the bed to help in examining the jewelry.

“Nor do you. I really must thank you for having spent all day lookin’ out for me. I know you hate bein’ in that dress, but you really do look like you belong on one of those ‘Gems of Beauty’ cigarette cards when you wear it. Not to mention, I feel much safer just knowin’ that you’re right there in case anythin’ goes wrong.”

Sadie turned away slightly, but Mary-Beth didn’t miss the blush on her cheeks. “Don’t gotta flatter me, Mary-Beth.”

“It ain’t flattery if it’s my sincere opinion.” she quipped back.

Sadie ignored her, choosing instead to focus on the pieces on the bed. “Y’know, you’ve got more ‘an enough to keep somethin’ for yourself here. Why don’t you pick out your favorite and hold onto it? You more than deserve it, and the camp won’t miss ten or so dollars.”

“That was my intent, but I’m glad that you agree with me.” Mary-Beth smiled, looking over the silver and gold accessories that littered the bedspread, before reaching for a golden ring with a topaz stone in it. “How about this? Nice and low-key, but still has an ornate air about it.”

Sadie leaned over to look at the ring in closer detail. “Honestly, it looks real good. If that’s what you want, then you should go for it.”

“Alright!” Mary-Beth chirped, hopping off of the bed and walking over to Sadie, gently taking her hand and sliding the ring onto her finger with all the care that one would use on a precious antique. “Here you go! Oh, and it fits you perfectly too, what a stroke of good fortune!”

Sadie stiffened up, clenching her jaw as Mary-Beth admired the ring on Sadie’s finger. “Mary-Beth, darlin’, I thought I was pretty clear when I said to take a piece of jewelry for yourself, not for me.”

“I did take it for myself, and then I gave it to you!” Mary-Beth kissed Sadie’s knuckles, the light smacks of her lips slightly audible. “I think it would look lovely with your eyes, and, much more importantly, I’ve been wantin’ to get you somethin’ to show you how much I love you for a while now. When presented with this opportunity, I just had to take it!”

“Mary-Beth-”

“I know you ain’t the biggest fan of jewelry, and I ain’t tryin’a change that, I just, well, I wanna give this to you. You don’t gotta wear it that often if you don’t wanna-- hell, you don’t even gotta wear it at all-- but, at the very least, just take it. For me.” Mary-Beth kissed Sadie’s cheek, looking at her with all the love in the world. “I love you a lot, Mrs. Sadie Adler. Please let me show you that.”

Sadie relented, allowing herself to fall against Mary-Beth, who stroked her back lovingly. “I really don’t deserve you, Mary-Beth Gaskill. I have no idea what somebody like me did to get to have a woman as perfect as you in my life, but I promise that I’m gonna treat you as wonderfully as I can.” Pulling herself out of Mary-Beth’s embrace, Sadie got off of the bed, walking around behind her lover.

Before Mary-Beth could ask any questions, she yelped as she felt something cold being placed around her neck. Looking down, she saw that Sadie had draped a stunning silver and turquoise necklace around her jugular. “Sadie…” she breathed.

“Hey, if the camp won’t miss ten dollars, they sure as hell won’t miss twenty.”

[spiderling-space]

Hello, I really like your work! 💕💮 I got curious on how Leona, jack, Vil, and jamil would react to his S/O saying that he has a grabbable butt? Like not sexual but as a compliment?😀

When you said that, my first thought went to Jon Snow’s glorious arse. This is gonna be shorter than the others.

🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁

Leona Kingscholar

(Y/N) has drunk some liquid courage and just told Leona that his butt is grabbable in the middle of Botanic Garden. Lucky for (Y/N), there ain’t anyone there at the moment.

Rest assured that he wakes up. “Oi herbivore, what are you saying?” He asks again, just to hear (Y/N) saying those words again. He tsks then starts grinning, thinking how much more they could say.

Before Leona goads (Y/N) to speak up, he hears “shishishi” then Ruggie comes to sight. “You two should get a room.” Rip Ruggie… Leona will deal with later.

Now, he wants to hear more compliments from his partner.

🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

Jack Howl

Jack is a blushing mess. He doesn’t understand what (Y/N) had meant. He only understood the “butt” part.

His heart quickens, feeling as if it will get out of his heart. Even when (Y/N) explains that they meant it as a compliment instead of something else, he still feels giddy inside.

Jack isn’t used to receiving compliments, he would be flustered even if random person compliments. It gets way worse for him when he hears it from his partner and praise, such that can be pulled to other places, doesn’t make it easier for him.

👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑

Vil Schönheit

“I know.” is what Vil says instead of thanking (Y/N).

“A thank you, you too would be nice.” – “You’re only stating facts dear potato.”

Vil works out regularly. He takes care of his body and he needs to be in the best shape. Of course, he gotta work that booty. Be assured that his booty is protected by insurance.

Vil will tell (Y/N) secrets to have a beautiful booty as his

🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

Jamil Viper

Jamil’s first says “That’s a made-up word.” – “All words are made up.”

He will smirk at the flattery and (Y/N)’s cheekiness then pull a reverse card. “Your butt is grabbable too.”

Growing up, he didn’t receive compliments from people around him minus Kalim, who compliments everyone, and sometimes his parents. He will absolutely enjoy receiving some from his partner, knowing that they actually mean it.

[johannstutt413]

(requested by mathmaticalknight; continuing from this)

Bagpipe whistled merrily as she skipped through the halls; a good day’s work always put her in a good mood, but today was special - namely, she had somewhere to be, and someone to go home to...It was a wonderful thing, honestly.

“Chenchen!” The Vouivre called into the office. “Ready to go home?”

Ch’en rolled out of her office in her chair, tired but smiling. “Hey, Pippy. I started something right before you came in, and if I don’t finish it today, I won’t be able to submit it. Do you mind waiting for just a little bit?”

“Naw, do wucha gotta, there’s time. Hey, you feelin’ okay?”

“Hmm? At least the same as usual.” She yawned. “And...done. We can go home.”

Something was bothering her, though. “Ya look real tired, Chenchen.”

“Like I said - the same as usual.” The Lung staggered to her feet and closed the distance between them.

“This is normal?” Bagpipe shook her head. “I thotcha figr’d out howta pace yerself.”

She shook her head. “Nope. It’s why I fall asleep at my desk so much.”

“And ya think ya won’t fall asleep in the mil’ of it?...Akshully, that ain’t the worst thing in’a world. Let’s getcha home.”

“Yeah...” Ch’en stretched her arms out. “Carry me?”

The Vouivre chuckled. “Aww, I ain’t sayin’ no to that puppy-dog face. C’mon.”

“Thank you~” As she left the ground, she wrapped her arms around her Bagpipe’s neck and began softly humming to herself.

‘I ferget she gets like this when she’s tired,’ the vanguard noted to herself. ‘Used ta be rare to see ‘er so tired tho...I know she don’t want me worr’in ‘bout ‘er, but how’m I gonna i’nore some’in so obvyus?...Well, I’ll let ‘er sleep while I make dinner, at least.’

Bagpipe left the Lung on her own couch - still not clean enough at the alternative, after all - and started on dinner. Between the time they’d spent together in college and her girlfriend’s surprisingly open mind when it came to food so long as it met her nutritional needs, she was free to auto-pilot something while the focused on something much more important: figuring out why it was Ch’en could only leave her office thoroughly exhausted.

When after an hour the answer didn’t seem much clearer but dinner was finished cooking, the Vouivre walked back to the couch...and found that in the middle of her nap, LGD’s finest had turned around to squeeze the pillow her head had been resting on for all she was worth. Smiling to herself, the vanguard tapped her on the neck. “Din’rs ready, Chenchen.”

“...” She stirred a little, but only to bury herself further into the pillow.

“Right. Welp, I tried.” With a bit of a chuckle, Bagpipe lifted Ch’en off the couch and over her head, using her as a makeshift dumbbell as she began to chant: “One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand, four-”

That was enough to do the job. “I’m awake, I’m awake...How long was I out?”

“Long ‘nuff fer me ta finish din’r. Yer sure ev’ythin’s a’rite?”

“...I never said it was alright, Pippy,” the Lung replied as she was carried into the dining room. “If I had, I’d be lying to you, and I’ve never liked doing that.”

Not that she never had...interesting. “Well, c’mon now, don’t keep me in ‘spense or som’in. What’s wrong?”

“My job is literally eating me away into nothing.” By this point they were at the table, serving themselves.

“Well, shit, I kinda thought this might ‘appen.” The Vouivre sighed. “Ya always burnt yerself at both ends, didn’cha?”

Ch’en nodded. “There’s a lot of work to be done to make Lungmen a place people can call home, but to be honest, I know I don’t have to push myself so far to still make strides. Knowing that and actually stopping myself, though, are two wildly different things, so...I need your help.”

“All ya hafta do is ask. Whatcha need from me?”

“I don’t have any specifics,” she admitted, “otherwise I’d tell you. Honestly, I think I’ll be able to start changing by keeping the thought of making our time together worthwhile at the front of my mind, but if it’s not, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to meet me in the middle while I’m trying to improve. Are you okay with all of that?”

Bagpipe moved her plate and some other dishes aside so she could reach her arm across the table. “Ch’en, I’d move ‘Ev’n and Terra fer ya if ya needed meh ta. I been waitin’ a few years now ta hold ya, and a lil’ competin’ fer time ain’t gonna scare me away.”

“...Thank you.” The Lung squeezed her hand, a tear falling from her eye. This was why she was the one, no doubt about it.

“I know ya had a nap,” the Vouivre continued, “but we ‘ad a talk earlier this mornin’, and I was won’rin’-”

That managed to draw a giggle. “I’m glad you remembered. I think I have the energy for something.”

“Ya sure? If yer tired, I don’ wanna-”

“Tiring me out will help me sleep better,” Ch’en assured her, “and I’ve been waiting on you this whole time, too. Strike while the iron’s hot, like our Strategic Assessment instructor used to say.”

Her girlfriend smiled mischievously at her. “But yer always gonna be hot, Chenchen.”

“Is that city girl flattery? From Pippy? Well, I never.” How consciously she was doing this was hard to tell, both for herself and Bagpipe, but the Lung was sending a message in Morse code with her hand-squeezing: “F...U...C-”

The Vouivre got the message loud and clear.

[ohthatsviolet]

A Holo-Healer Fanfic.

In Dire Times - Mirage/Lifeline (1,356 words).

Ajay has had a crush on him for a while, but now, pinned down between multiple squads, she worries she might miss her chance to admit her feelings. (This was meant to be a drabble oops. Ao3 link will be in the RBs as usual).

It wasn't looking good. 

They were pinned down between multiple squads, in the middle of an open field, with little ammo and even less meds. D.O.C had taken a shot from somewhere in the distance, leaving him out of commission. Elliott had tried to repair some of the damage, mid firefight, which just showed how desperate they were for supplies. He'd managed to shock his fingers in the process, and let out a loud yelp, unable to focus under the immense pressure of the situation; which only alerted a nearby squad to their location. They fought them off somehow, which left them with more time but less supplies and a bigger problem than before.

"Stop! Stop! That fucking hurts!" the trickster cried out, through gritted teeth. 

Ajay's eyes flicked between her bloody hands that were covering the fresh wound in her squadmate's side, and the fingers that were clinging desperately to her forearm. 

"Gotta keep the pressure there," she said, her tone calm despite the situation. "There's nothing else I can for ya, right now." 

Elliott kept quiet after that, save for his rapid breathing that he was struggling to keep under control. His head fell back against the rock behind him, and shut his eyes tightly. Ajay wasn't sure if it was due to the amount of pain he was in or because he was trying to stop himself from crying; or both. 

"I don't wanna die today!" he eventually blurted out, shaking his head. "I don't want to die." 

"No one's dyin'," the medic assured him, applying more weight to the bloodied area. "As long as ya keep that mouth shut, we'll get out of here." 

"F-fuck, Ajay," he hissed, his grip on her arm tighning. "That hurts so bad. Stop. Please." 

"Listen to me," she said, the request forcing the trickster to open his eyes and look at her. "Ya gotta keep it down. Keep it together."

"What's the point?! We're as good as dead anyways!" Elliott cried, his brown eyes flicking around in alarm as the circle began to close in on them. "Fuck, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die. Not like this."

"Stay with me, Witt. You're losing your cool." 

Ajay couldn't help but think, maybe he was right. Things were looking pretty dire, but she wasn't about to go down with a fight. But still, the thought lingered in the back of her mind. What if this was the end? There were things she still wanted to do and unfortunately for her...one of the things on the top of that list, was sitting in front of her, babbling about his imminent death.

"I don't wanna di-." 

She didn't give him time to finish his sentence, leaning forward to close the space between them, kissing his lips; her movements urgent and desperate. This wasn't the situation she'd dreamt of when she had thought about the possibility of sharing this moment with the trickster, but she wasn’t about to miss out, if this might be her only opportunity. She could feel him relax slightly underneath her, despite the dumbstruck look on his face when they parted. 

"Ajay…". 

"Now, will ya quit your whinging?" 

“Wha-.”

"I've liked ya for a while, alright?" she admitted, adjusting her hands to see how her patient was holding up. "But I ain't about to be crushin’ on a cry baby, ya hear me?" 

Elliott nodded weakly, though he still looked confused as he undid the scarf around his neck, before tossing it to her. 

"Use...this." 

She returned his nod, hastily beginning to tear the fabric into pieces she could use for makeshift bandages. Elliott bit down on his lip, while she attended to his wound, taking the opportunity to reload his Wingman, holding it close to his chest. 

"Ajay...I th-think there's someone on...our left." 

So, she'd gone and gotten herself into a bit of a mess. Ajay fidgeted with the bandages that were wrapped around her lower leg, while she sat in the corridor of the medical bay. They'd managed to get out of the arena with only a couple of injuries. They hadn't won, but losing was better than being dead, in her book. Her eyes drifted to the fingerprint sized bruises that were beginning to form on her bicep. What was she going to do now? What was she thinking, kissing Elliott like that? She knew getting involved with co-workers could be messy, and this was no different. The whole thing was probably caught on camera too…

"I...um...am I interrupting something?" 

The medic glanced up to see her teammate lingering nearby, having just come out of the doctor's office. 

"Nah." 

Elliott chuckled quietly, sounding a tad unsure. 

"You just...looked a little spaced out." 

"I guess, I just have stuff on my mind," Ajay replied, reaching to adjust her headband, watching as the trickster shuffled from one foot to the other. 

"I...same." 

"Ya alright?"

Elliott flashed her his signature charming smile, taking a few steps forward. 

"Well, I'm now bullet free, so that is definitely an improvement, from earlier." 

She laughed at the statement, and he couldn't help but notice how her freckles appeared so much more noticeable when she smiled. He thought they were adorable. His eyes casted onto the floor beneath him, when the space between them fell quiet. Ajay had just begun to stand from her seat, thinking their conversation was over, until the trickster spoke up again.

"Did...did you...mean what you said earlier? In the arena? About...liking me?" 

Shit. 

The medic folded her arms and shrugged, suddenly feeling very sheepish: something she didn't feel very often. 

"I...Elliott…". 

"I just...uh, need to know because...sometimes people say stuff like that to...I don't know. They say it, and then I never hear from them again," he laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry...that sounded a lot more...pathetic than I meant it to." 

"I...do like ya, Elliott," Ajay began, noticing the hopeful gleam in his eye, which only made what she was about to say that much harder. "But…". 

The trickster sighed, loudly. 

"Why is there always a but?" he asked. "Maybe I...I like you too." 

She hadn't expected that.

"...Really?" 

He smiled shyly at her, coming closer again, until he was in her space but she didn't move away; She didn't want to. 

"Yeah. I mean you're...like the most incredible woman I know. You're brave. Funny. Smart and gorgeous. What's not to like?" 

Ajay shrugged, coyly. She wasn't usually the type to give into flattery, but there was something about what Elliott had just said, that was making her blush like crazy. She had a crush on him for a while now, but it was something she had kept to herself because she never thought anything would happen; because it couldn't happen. 

"It don't matter," she replied, with a shake of her head. "We can't...What would everyone say if Mirage and Lifeline went on a date? We'd get accused of tryna rig matches or something. We can't." 

The trickster ran a hand over his beard, considering her words. 

"Why can't it just be...Elliott and Ajay?" 

"That's the same thing." 

"Is it?" 

She was starting to hate him a little. Maybe not really, but she hated how his smile made her feel weak at the knees. 

"Come on," he said, poking her playfully. "I'd love to take you out. Especially after you saved my ass today. Dinner? Tomorrow?" 

Despite herself, she couldn't contain the amused laugh that escaped her. 

"You're a real chancer, ain't ya Witt?" 

Elliott beamed at her. 

"Is that one of the things you like about me?" 

"Maybe," she replied, nudging his arm lightly. "Alright, fine. Tomorrow. But I'm pickin' where we eat." 

Elliott clapped his hands together and offered her a soft smile, that she couldn't help but return. 

"Great! It's a date!"  

“It is,” she hummed, standing on her tippy-toes so she could pull him down into another kiss. “But ya’ll be damned if I’m gonna wait till tomorrow to do this again.” 

[nxies]

╰      ♡   TESSA VIOLET’S BAD IDEAS.

a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  tessa  violet’s  album  BAD  IDEAS.    feel  free  to  change  pronouns  and  wording  to  suit  you  !

PRELUDE.

❛  I’m  insecure.  ❜

❛  I’m  insecure,  of  that  I’m  sure.  ❜

❛  there  seems  to  be  something  that  you  keep  behind  your  teeth.  ❜

❛  you  get  what  you  see.  ❜

❛  maybe  it’s  me.  ❜

❛  you  think  I’d  know  better  by  now.  ❜

CRUSH.

❛  I  can’t  focus  on  what  needs  to  be  done.  ❜

❛  you  think  I’m  tepid  but  I’m  misdiagnosed.  ❜

❛  I  just  need  to  play  it  cool  now.  ❜

❛  you  make  it  difficult  to  not  overthink.  ❜

❛  when  I’m  with  you  I  turn  all  shades  of  pink.  ❜

❛  I  wanna  touch  you  but  don’t  wanna  be  weird.  ❜

❛  I  could  be  your  crush.  ❜

❛  hopin’  you’ll  text  me  so  I  could  tell  you  I  been  thinking  ‘bout  your  touch.  ❜

❛  I  got  a  fascination  with  your  presentation.  ❜

❛  maybe  if  I’m  busy  it  can  keep  me  from  you.  ❜

❛  I’m  pretending  you  ain’t  been  on  my  mind.  ❜

BAD  IDEAS.

❛  I  hope  you  don’t  think  I’m  rude.  ❜

❛  I  wanna  make  out  with  you.  ❜

❛  no  one  ever  called  me  smooth.  ❜

❛  tell  me,  do  you  think  about  me?  ❜

❛  I  just  wanna  kiss  you.  ❜

❛  at  least  I’ll  know  what  it’s  like  to  have  held  your  hand.    ❜

❛  bad  ideas,  I  know  where  they  lead.  ❜

❛  I  wanna  kiss  you  standing  up.  ❜

❛  I  wake  up  still  high  on  you.  ❜

❛  it  takes  everything  I  got  not  to  text.  ❜

❛  I  just  want  a  kiss  to  get  me  through.  ❜

❛  now  all  my  bed  sheets  smell  like  you.  ❜

❛  if  you  think  you’ll  miss  me,  come  on  back  and  kiss  me.  ❜

❛  I  just  gotta  know  what  you  and  I  would  feel  like.  ❜

I  LIKE  (THE  IDEA  OF)  YOU.

❛  I’ve  got  a  radar  for  trouble  and  you’re  a  renegade.  ❜

❛  I  keep  repeating  the  way  you  say  my  name.  ❜

❛  we  just  don’t  make  sense,  but  still  you  fight  for  me.  ❜

❛  I  like  the  idea  of  you.  ❜

❛  wonder  how  it’d  be  to  love  you.  ❜

❛  I  know  I  shouldn’t  be  guessing  but  you’re  impressing  me.  ❜

❛  we  fall  in  love  with  a  feeling,  just  feeling  you  and  me.  ❜

❛  you  think  I’d  learn  but  I  love  your  touch,  it  is  sweet  like  honey.  ❜

❛  there’s  nothing  I  wouldn’t  do  to  hear  you  call  me  funny.  ❜

❛  guess  I’m  a  sucker  for  you.  ❜

GAMES.

❛  I  don’t  want  a  piece  of  that.  ❜

❛  you  make  a  toy  of  me.  ❜

❛  maybe  I  just  couldn’t  see,  couldn’t  see  that  . . .  ❜

❛  there  ain’t  nothing  wrong  with us  at  all.  ❜

❛  you  keep  playing  games  with  me.  ❜

❛  I  hate  the  way  you  break,  and  you  take,  and  you  tear  me  down.  ❜

❛  boy,  you  really  oughta  knock  it  off  right  now.  ❜

❛  I  know  I  should  trust  my  gut.  ❜

❛  I  just  hate  the  path  this  could  lead  me  down.  ❜

❛  you  say  there’s  nothing  wrong  and  I  long  to  take  you  at  your  word.  ❜

❛  you’re  lying.  ❜

❛  I  don’t  wanna  keep  on  crying.  ❜

❛  I’ve  been  telling  everyone  I’m  fine.  ❜

❛  I’ve  been  telling  everyone  I’m  fine  when  I  feel  like  I  lost  my  mind.  ❜

FEELIN.

❛  spent  the  winter  pretendin’  I’m  okay.  ❜

❛  I  love  a  sinner  ‘cause  they  look  the  other  way.  ❜

❛  I’m  a  girl  of  thunder.  ❜

❛  I’m  a  girl  of  thunder,  wishin’  all  the  world  away.  ❜

❛  I  talk  but  I  don’t  say.  ❜

❛  was  it  easy,  decidin’  you’re  not  mine?  ❜

❛  do  you  feel  me,  do  I  ever  cross  your  mind?  ❜

❛  I  hate  that  you  affect  the  way  I  feel  at  all.  ❜

❛  I  don’t  deserve  to  find  my  footing  just  to  fall.  ❜

❛  now,  voice,  I  don’t  need  you  to  crack.  ❜

❛  no  tellin’  what  you  might  say  and  I  can’t  take  back.  ❜

❛  I’m  afraid  to  give  a  voice  to  what  I’m  wanting  for.  ❜

WORDS  AIN’T  ENOUGH.

❛  you’re  cold  when  it  counts.  ❜

❛  you  can  say  you  love  me  but  ---  words  ain’t  enough.  ❜

❛  words  ain’t  enough.  ❜

❛  you  want  me  to  stay,  you  say,  but  then  you  turn  away.  ❜

❛  I’m  pressing  my  luck.  ❜

❛  cut  myself  into  easy  pieces  to  chew.  ❜

❛  carve  me  up  into  someone  you’d  choose.  ❜

BORED.

❛  I’m  stayin'  up  too  late  just  to  stay  awake.  ❜

❛  I  wish  I  weren’t  so  self-obsessed.  ❜

❛  wish  that  I  could  be  the  best.  ❜

❛  I’m  nervous  and  I’m  bored.  ❜

❛  I’m  so  bored  of  waking  up.  ❜

❛  I’m  exhausted  by  my  heart.  ❜

❛  I’d  feel  good  if  only  I  could  finish  what  I  start.  ❜

❛  I’m  never  tired  in  my  bed.  ❜

❛  my  new  habit  of  the  week  ---  saying  sorry  when  I  speak.  ❜

❛  I  know  that  it’s  no  good.  ❜

❛  I  don’t  wanna  be  ignored.  ❜

❛  beat  me  up  for  bein’  a  drag.  ❜

❛  I  wish  you  would  love  me.  ❜

❛  I  wish  you  would  love  me,  but  I  keep  it  all inside.  ❜

❛  you  want  it  better  but  you--  you  only  choke.  ❜

❛  is  this  all  there  is?  ❜

WISHFUL  DRINKING.

❛  separate  me  from  the  rest  of  the  herd.  ❜

❛  I  can  run  away  from  all  of  my  hurt.  ❜

❛  say  what  you  want  me  to  say.  ❜

❛  weave  me  a  story  so  I  won’t  have  to  talk.  ❜

❛  it’s  not  a  problem  if  I  never  get  caught.  ❜

❛  tell  myself  I’m  not  thinking  ‘bout  how  I  could  drown.  ❜

❛  hatch  demons  where  no  one  can  see.  ❜

❛  this  is  not  a  problem  if  I  don’t  want  it  to  stop.  ❜

❛  this  is  not  a  problem  if  convincin’  that  it’s  not.  ❜

❛  don’t  call  it  a  problem,   it’s  the  only  thing  that  I  still  got.   ❜

❛  go  ahead  and  stop  your  thinkin’  now.  ❜

HONEST.

❛  here’s  the  truth:  my  strength  ain’t  being  honest.  ❜

❛  my  strength  ain’t  being  honest.  ❜

❛  I  work  mostly  from  wanting  to  be  wanted.  ❜

❛  guess  I’m  not  doing  well.  ❜

❛  I’m  no  good  tonight.  no  . . .  I  don’t  feel  alright  at  all.  ❜

❛  how  long  until  I  feel  myself  again?  ❜

❛  you  can  run  but  it  can  find  you.  ❜

❛  where  would  I  go?  where  would  you  go?  ❜

❛  flattery’s  my  choice  of  weapon.  ❜

❛  poison  tastes  like  my  resentment.  ❜

❛  sometimes  I  feel  like  there’s  nowhere  else  to  go.  ❜

❛  lonely  is  the  girl  who  doesn’t  let  it  show.  ❜

❛  every  road  I  take  is  leading  me  back.  ❜

❛  funny  to  notice  that  about  yourself,  like  all  at  once  I  realise  I  didn’t  want  to  see  it.  ❜

❛  and  if  I  been  going  crazy,  maybe  it’s  because  I  been  telling  myself  a  story.  ❜

❛  I  should  be  doing  fine  by  now.  ❜

❛  hey,  hey,  it’s  okay.  hey,  hey,  you’re  okay.  ❜

INTERLUDE  III.

❛  I  woke  up  today  knowing  no  one  really  knows  me.  ❜

❛  all  I  know  is  that  I’m  lonely.  ❜

❛  I  don’t  fuck  around.  ❜

❛  but  now  I’ve  put  you  down,  I’m  afraid  I’ve  nothing  left.  ❜

❛  I  want  a  touch  of  something  new.  ❜

❛  I  want  a  touch  of  something  new,  something  I  can  keep.  ❜

❛  all  I  know  is  that  everything  I  do  don’t  bear  me  no  relief.  ❜

❛  I’ve  been  telling  all  my  friends  I’ve  just  been  working  on  myself.  ❜

❛  wish  I  could  learn  to  trust  someone  would  want  to  put  me  first.  ❜

❛  I  can’t  deign  to  hope  when  I’m  bracing  for  the  worst.  ❜

❛  all  I  know  is  holding  back  won’t  help  me  learn  to  let  it  go.  ❜

[punkscowardschampions]

Charlie & Ronnie

Charlie: You said you were coming to this thing

Charlie: can I send your apologies instead now?

Charlie: 👍

Ronnie: you wish

Ronnie: ill be there like i said

Charlie: Time management was never one for the CV

Charlie: but you’re already more than fashionably late, dear

Ronnie: &

Ronnie: invite came from mckenna and he dont care

Charlie: It’s not his dinner party

Ronnie: no shit

Ronnie: its not yours either calm down like

Charlie: I’m just saying, you’ve wrangled an invite as is

Charlie: you’re gonna make it more awkward because?

Ronnie: if shes not got you working the door now as another favour why the fuck are you so bothered is what im just saying mary

Charlie: They’re nice kids, whatever beef you’ve got with your brother and the rest, I don’t see why you’ve got to involve them, is what I’m saying

Charlie: they’ve not got fuck all to do with your family drama

Ronnie: err he ll be made up dont you want me to be a boss big sister

Charlie: the kid clearly has his own issues

Charlie: I could spot codependent and toxic before you could walk, don’t lie to me, like

Ronnie: cant walk now so stall the starters or dont

Charlie: For fuck’s sake Veronica

Ronnie: you wanted the truth bitch

Charlie: You can’t show up here high

Charlie: they’ll be terrified, might call the cops

Ronnie: showing up sober is what i cant do

Charlie: don’t you think you should take a break from him

Charlie: whatever you decide to do after, you need to calm it down

Ronnie: it was you who said not to act like he werent about

Charlie: yeah, you can’t pretend it hasn’t happened obviously

Charlie: but that was before you shot him up

Ronnie: and after you told me to look after him

Ronnie: make up your fucking mind baby

Charlie: What would be preferable is you not fucking doing it

Charlie: really should go without saying

Ronnie: it fucking wouldnt

Ronnie: you cant hack living with me on gear how do you reckon itd be with me off it

Charlie: I meant dosing a kid, ‘cos there’s no way it happened the once

Charlie: and there are options for you, for free on the glorious NHS for now

Ronnie: you meant both 🖕 he werent a kid when you wanted to fuck him

Charlie: Not the same is it

Charlie: someone can be old enough for sex and not old enough for you to ruin their life

Ronnie: love ya for the flattery but his life was fucked before he found me

Charlie: was he using

Ronnie: youre the only cunt i know who reckons hes above it even B uses 💊

Charlie: yeah because there aren’t levels to it

Charlie: come off it

Charlie: the 💊s he takes aren’t on the level of smack, at all

Ronnie: mckenna aint never gonna let you daddy him you can stop pretending to give a shit

Charlie: I give a shit because you’re a mess

Charlie: more than usual

Ronnie: i dont usually have to babysit any bastard half brothers like

Charlie: you’re choosing to come tonight though

Ronnie: i owe him after that call centre bullshit

Charlie: and that’s it?

Ronnie: what the fuck else would it be

Charlie: You tell me

Ronnie: i just did

Charlie: Alright then

Ronnie: [show up so he can judge the absolute state of you IRL and have to make allowances for that and how rude you are]

Charlie: [we all know how this goes, feel his shame and judgment in how much work we have to do to cover up your behaviour]

Ronnie: [how offended and upset she would be that he's ashamed of her is killing me because how could he not be babe]

Charlie: [oh honey, like what else could we be lol]

Ronnie: [the real question is have you picked up on the jealous and intense incesty vibes yet boy or what do you think is happening lol]

Charlie: [If anyone would pick up on it, we know you and your possessive energy]

Ronnie: [yeah that was my thought cos he knows her the best and they have their own weird history and vibe so]

Charlie: [he’s obvs not going to talk to you right now because mad and also like !!! but feel free to do some if you wanna]

Ronnie: [gonna have her try and talk to him when Jamie is talking to Joe for obvious reasons lol but before we’re bleeding]

Ronnie: you can lord it you were right but lets bail yeah

Ronnie: charlie come ed soft lad

Ronnie: what you ignoring me for 🖕💔

Ronnie: fucks sake

Ronnie: [after the briefest pause because he won’t immediately reply to her just gotta go into graphic detail about that OD she had in Margate before Joe got there cos he can clearly see all the self harm that’s going on but she wouldn’t have told him about this until literally now]

Charlie: [just a look like DON’T that cannot be overstated]

Charlie: why would you do that

Ronnie: can we fucking go now

Charlie: you can

Charlie: don’t use your self-destruction to hold me hostage, you’re beyond too old for that now, Jesus fucking Christ

Ronnie: [this makes logical sense to be where Sophie pops up with the kitchen roll etc and then bathroomgate so all of that is kicking off]

Charlie: [just out here doing the most to cover for you]

Charlie: what the fuck are you doing

Ronnie: [because they are doing the most in that tiny bathroom LOL you can have a reply once she’s left]

Ronnie: leaving

Ronnie: youre welcome

Charlie: yeah, you did me such a solid there, tah

Ronnie: you too florence dead caring

Charlie: you can’t hack a kid’s dinner party?

Ronnie: fuck you

Ronnie: you know whats wrecking my head

Charlie: yet you can’t leave him alone

Charlie: how the fuck can I do anything if you won’t do that

Ronnie: you werent gonna do fuck all end of

Ronnie: youve not

Charlie: you aren’t a kid, I can’t force you to sort your life out

Ronnie: yeah cos being like you will save me

Charlie: I’m not OD’ing with strangers

Ronnie: 💔 everyone liked you better when you were using

Charlie: you did

Charlie: and that isn’t a good enough reason to be a junkie forever

Ronnie: no shit i did

Charlie: well I’m so sorry your majesty

Charlie: God forbid I sort my life for me

Ronnie: nobody but you gives a fuck you stopped snorting lines out of every twinks arse crack

Ronnie: god forbid you shut the fuck up about it and this recovery bullshit

Charlie: you clearly give a fuck, Ronnie

Ronnie: you give more of a fuck about mckennas flatmates than you do about me

Charlie: that’s bullshit

Charlie: you only came to ruin their night, you got mad when it weren’t going your way

Charlie: you expected me to help?

Ronnie: i dont give a shit about these teenagers

Ronnie: im losing it and you reckon theyre on my mind

Charlie: Is ruining his life going to fix yours

Charlie: no

Ronnie: youve never had to hack this dont fucking tell me how to

Charlie: because you’re the only one who has family issues

Charlie: fuck you, you know I’d give anything to be in your spot

Ronnie: if i could swap our places i would

Ronnie: i dont wanna fucking be here doing this with him & you aint even tried to get your head round that

Charlie: in what world does it need to be like this

Ronnie: the world im living in where the fuck is your head at

Charlie: why can’t you just fucking

Charlie: cut him off or actually try

Ronnie: this is me trying

Ronnie: i didnt hang myself off the back of their bathroom door

Charlie: then you need to stop

Charlie: I’ll tell him to leave you alone now

Ronnie: hes gonna do that now without you flouncing in

Charlie: I’m still doing it, you ain’t here to stop me

Ronnie: hot but you still aint his type

Charlie: not funny

Ronnie: not joking

Charlie: don’t be tapped, I wouldn’t go anywhere near him now

Ronnie: stick your dick where you like i dont give a fuck

Charlie: yeah well I’m slightly more discerning, tah very much

Ronnie: these days

Charlie: yeah, where we live now

Charlie: I’m not trying to relive my worst years every weekend

Ronnie: yeah such a grown up youre having dinner with kids

Ronnie: save this little speech to pull the wool over the eyes of whatever wool homo youre gonna try and pull at the weekend

Charlie: I never said I was there yet

Charlie: better than the state of you

Ronnie: 🖕💔

Ronnie: state of me yeah after whats just happened youve seen fuck all yet soft cunt

Charlie: that’s the sound of me being unimpressed

Charlie: grow up

Ronnie: shut up properly by getting out of my fucking face

Charlie: I’m going out

Ronnie: with your new bezzies

Charlie: what’s it to you

Ronnie: youre not a junkie and youre still the most selfish cunt i know have a word with yourself

Charlie: because I’m not jumping to do exactly what you want, no matter how dumb or shit an idea it is

Charlie: yeah, I’m the problem, alright babe

Ronnie: you reckon you wanna be in my place so bad but you cant even hack it from there

Ronnie: since when have i gotta beg for help off you

Charlie: I wouldn’t act like a dick if anyone from my family reached out

Charlie: and what help? You haven’t asked for help, you wanted me to help you shit on some random kids to make you feel better for 10 seconds

Charlie: if you actually told me anything seriously, if you wanted help and not just someone to get high with

Ronnie: i wanted to fucking leave & cos i didnt its pure fucked now

Ronnie: i am my head is worse than before and you dont give a single shit

Charlie: what did you do

Ronnie: like fuck are you getting the gossip

Charlie: gossip are you serious

Charlie: ‘cos this either is and I’m the shittest mate in the world or it isn’t and it’s ‘gossip’

Ronnie: shittest mate is right weve established it

Charlie: what did you do

Ronnie: fuck you its your fault

Charlie: then tell me what I did bitch

Ronnie: i told you we shouldve gone

Charlie: okay, we should’ve gone

Charlie: go on

Ronnie: you were there

Charlie: yeah, and I was covering for you

Ronnie: yeah well done

Charlie: you say that like I’m meant to know what the fuck you were doing, is my point

Charlie: i was a little busy sorting your mess

Ronnie: you had a cob on over that mess and the one im in after it is loads fucking worse so theres fuck all you can sort for me now

Charlie: calm down and stop being dramatic

Charlie: just tell me and we’ll sort it

Ronnie: fuck off

Ronnie: thank christ i dont need you to calm down

Ronnie: [gonna go get messy obvs so she probably won't reply but if you wanna try go ahead hun]

Charlie: yeah, smack has served you SO well thus far

Charlie: what a great idea

Charlie: come on

Charlie: oh, the silent treatment in return, really

Charlie: very mature

Charlie: I’ll see you when I get home

[kingsofneon]

ayyy its me coming in here!!! i have no requests off the bat but uhhhh ok ok hear me out. acesabo but with like. a finger kink or something? like, long pretty fingers fingering the hell out of each other or just sensually sucking on it, idk, i'll let you decide. OR, more expansion on robinkoalasabo, blease?

look okay look im just. vibing with sabo/ace rn so i gotta talk abt them but real quick i love argumentative best friend/enemy / qpp koala/sabo and both of them liking robin, LMAO !!!!! bitch!!! that shit’s hilarious. robin i think would be uhh....unused to such honest attraction? yah sabo’s a lying liar but there’s a difference in his...sarcasm vs his “I’m telling a lie so you don’t know the truth I dont want to tell you”, is what i think. so idk in what i set up i guess we have ko/ro first and Kinda girlfriends (im.....ded for fro/bin tho soz so absoLUTE we have not-yet-together-kinda-feelings-but-complicated-bc-trauma robin/franky + bc theyre not together the...flattery + enjoyment of koala’s personality and company...) friends w/ benefits didn’t-really-date but like each other a lot. and koala so sunny and happy buuut also spending Lots of time with robin - just hanging out but also sexy fun times - and sabo’s like “no I’m not sulking shut the fuck up” (but he’s totally sulking because he Liked robin too, she was someone he respected highly and she! knows! luffy! he doesn’t say anything to her about it bc he’s guilty as fuck but. boii wants those strawhat stories and he can’t sneak them out of her with koala taking up all of her attention.) 

koala picks up on his grumpy mood but just figures he’s being a dick abt smth, but robin’s like nah look, pattern, and koala’s like oh. OH? 

idk what they do but w/e we be vibing with nsfw, which is sabo’s. sabo’s fucking fingers man. the tensile strength. BUT ALSO he’s not very delicate, not very good with flexibility, so robin,,ho fuck boi. when against koala the dichotomy of the roughness vs that clever stroking, but then also bRO im thinking about sabo viewing masturbation etc. pretty clinically and also Be Careful Of Strength, ain’t gotta lot of time to jerk off when you’re running the revolution u know.

so like the first time robin tops im fucking laughing. koala’s probably just as rough/efficient as he is but robin...robin can unlace him in like a minute flat and figures out real quick that sabo likes being edged. the first time robin touches his prostrate..........boi. 

anyway omfg that was longer than i thought so hand kink + sabo/ace

FIRST 

if you haven’t read.......second chances (https://archiveofourown.org/works/15495015?view_full_work=true).........what are you doing. look at this shit:

“You want to watch me jerk it like this?” The buckle rattled with Ace's gesturing, and Sabo's eyes immediately fixated darkly on the belt. “Then I uh, I get to make a weird request too.”

“If you must,” Sabo replied, sounding the exact opposite of beleaguered as he discretely wiped the spit off his palm. Ace cleared his throat.

“Put on your gloves.”

Ace refused, refused to look away from the devious delight spreading across Sabo's stupid face.

“Oh Ace,” he purred, those damn fucking gloves appearing in his hands out of nowhere (did he have them tucked in his pockets this entire time?). With deliberate motions, Sabo smoothed the leather over every finger, and flexed, like he was about to whip out one of his ryusoken moves. “Are you sure you just want me to jerk off in these?”

“Well if you've got any lube tucked away,” Ace shot back, “now's the time to pull it out, put on a good show.”

Sabo's consequent exhale was nowhere near the flippant-and-suave chuckle he had clearly been aiming for. Smugly, Ace counted a point in his own favor before dropping onto his back and finally—finally—undoing his pants. As his own belt fell with heavy thumps to both sides, Ace brushed aside all the pesky cloth, and applied pressure in earnest with a sigh of pleasure.

and this

And boy was it a view. The gloves were incredibly well-worn, molded so tightly to Sabo that Ace could see the full articulation of his fingers' every curve, every bend. The buttery leather, lighter in color at the fingertips, glided over Sabo with the barest whisper of friction. Ace could see his grip change, pressure shifting as he held himself tighter and tighter, grunting in frustration.

“Can I take these off?” Sabo finally requested with a hint of a whine. Ace suddenly thought of Marco, and how he might smirk at that tone, if he was here. “It's not working for me.”

“It's working fine for me,” Ace did his best to leer, thoroughly enjoying his own bare hand's capacity for friction. Sabo made another sound of protest, and Ace gave in with a snort. “Fine. Just one hand.”

“It's all I need.” The right glove disappeared as fast as it came, and Sabo arched high and satisfied into his own hand, now skin-to-skin. He obligingly let the gloved hand remain in play though, skimming teasingly up and down, grinning sharply at Ace's open mouth. “Hey,” he ordered, “go faster.”

AND THIS!

“Anything you want,” was Ace's breathless answer. He didn't stop, even sped up, gripping hard and fast and chasing that finale. “You can have it from me.”

“I would chain you down,” Sabo snarled, practically a threat, only the blade was turned wholly inward toward himself. Like he was daring Ace to give him absolution. “I would bend you 'til you're ready to break, and keep you there for hours. I would make you beg for release, but deny you anyways. I would see your skin dark with my bruises, I would, I would—”

Ace's hands twisted hard against his binds, wanting genuinely to be free of them for the first time since they started this—and Sabo's reaction was instantaneous. A flex of haki into his fingers, and Sabo was slicing through the leather of his belt, letting Ace loose with an expression of terror.

And Ace dragged himself across the bed until he could cup Sabo's cheek in his clean palm and pull Sabo into a biting, filthy kiss. He was still hard as sin, and thrust forward into Sabo's hands to let him know—

“Anything,” he panted into Sabo's mouth, meaning it with every fiber of his being. He didn't mean for Sabo to cut open the belt; he had just wanted, so badly, to feel Sabo's touch. “You have me.”

bitch. bitch. 

idk just gonna write some prompts bc this looks long

sabo + jerking ace off while wearing his gloves + barely washing them (to ace’s embarrassment) bc he claims he likes having evidence of ace. they’re usually kept for when he’s at home tho, sabo’s gross but not that gross ;p (and ace would probably die LMAO)

 SORRY BUT THE POST I JUST REBLOGGED ABT HOLDING YOUR THUMB DOWN TO HAVE NO GAG REFLEX UM. Ace says he wants to try it but it feels weird so sabo’s like. ;) okay and runs his fingers over ace’s mouth, tapping and instructing him to hold his thumb down. tracing his teeth and teasingly not dipping his fingers down low enough, till ace glares at tries to argue smth like “this is not testing the trick” but that’s when sabo presses on his tongue, down his throat, and ace half-chokes on it. sabo just like ‘not like you have much of a gag reflex anyway’

was thinking abt this the other day but ace doing sabo’s nails and then being like dont ruin them! no touching until they’re dry but sabo’s like but idk when they’ll be dry???? bc he’s never used nail polish before and ace is like :) better not touch then as he teases sabo

ace ofc painted them gold and red bc theyre His Colours and the next day when they’re dry and pretty sabo spends ages running his hands against ace’s skin, fascinated and worshipping of how pretty ace is

before they started dating and when they were bad at handling alcohol, sabo kissing ace’s knuckles made that boi CATATONIC, his wrist would also make ace bolt bc Horny, he’s fucked when sabo kisses his wrist it’s just too...intimate. 

 headcanons, headcanons, they’re both pretty calloused in different ways...ace is like rope burns and shit, longer across his palm and knuckles, sabo has palm base bc of his pipe, but they’re confined, and then on his fingertips bc of dragon claw. AGAIN thinking about mr fast fuck brutality here like the STRENGTH in that boy’s hands wtf

ace’s hands have more scars, sabo has more callouses/micro-deposits bc he knows hand to hand/doesn’t start with a DF. 

idk where im going with that last one guess it’s just headcanons abt hands.  

that’s all fox, i like the number eight and i have so many other asks to do lmao

[porkchop-ao3]

A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 47)

Reunion

So here is a tender chapter of reader and Arthur’s first moments together after such a difficult period apart. I’d been waiting to write this part for so long, I hope you enjoy ❤

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

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I crossed the room, sitting down on the chair beside Arthur. I perched awkwardly on the edge of it, my knees pointing towards him, just barely touching his outer thigh. It felt weird not just throwing my arms around him and completely showering him in kisses and affection, telling him over and over that I loved him and that seeing him alive was the most relief I'd ever felt in my entire life and I missed him so goddamn much and I never wanted to lose him ever again–

But there were people around. I couldn't do that with so many eyes not-so-subtly watching, perhaps expecting that precise reaction. Oh, but I longed to.

"Arthur, I'm so glad you're okay. These past few weeks, not knowing what happened, I've been– I was a mess. Awful to be around. Just ask any one of 'em," I spoke very quietly, just so he could hear. He looked up at me from his stew, wiping at the hair of his beard that kept trying to go into his mouth along with the spoon. 

"I can't imagine you'd ever be awful to be around," he said, his usual flattery and charm filling me with a sweet sense of familiarity, "I'm sorry, beautiful. If I could've come back sooner, I would've."

"I know," I breathed, putting my hand on his thigh. He glanced down at it once, then started guzzling his food quicker. 

"I missed you," he told me once he was finished, putting his hand atop mine, "every day I did, was almost all I could think of; coming back to you. That's why I came first. Dutch wanted to send Micah but I made sure I got my way," he added, the corner of his mouth lifting with a hint of mischief. 

"I think we'd all rather see you riding in than Micah," I snorted. He smiled at me, his eyes so unmovingly focussed on mine. 

"I was nervous coming back. Wondered if there was even a gang to come back to," he admitted. "I saw the letter from my darling niece Caroline, back at Shady Belle," his smile widened. 

"That was Sadie's creative streak," I giggled. He exhaled a laugh through his nose then dipped his head, drawing my hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it. 

"I missed you," he repeated softly. 

"I missed you too," I whispered, hunching over and leaning close to him, the tops of our heads touching. "I kept your satchel and your journal safe. They're by my bedroll. I had to go inside to toss some bad food, I hope you don't mind," I told him. He made a small sound of appreciation. 

"Did you look inside my journal?" He asked curiously, not at all stern or disapproving.

"No, I promise," I answered honestly. He lifted his head to meet my eyes. 

"I'm a little surprised. Not even to see my drawings of you?" He queried. 

I shook my head. "It's yours. I didn't want to invade your privacy, not while I still had hope that you'd be coming back to me."

"That's sweet," he chuckled, "though I wouldn't've minded." 

I was touched by the admission. We parted only when Susan appeared before us, smiling at the sight of us despite her attempts to seem like she hadn't noticed our position. 

"There's a bucket of warm water waiting for you in the other shack, Mr. Morgan," she told him, "I got out your clothes and shaving things too, so you can get that thing off'a your chin," she added sternly. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes ma'am," he said, groaning as he pushed himself to his feet. He turned to me and twitched his head towards the door, gesturing for me to follow. I did so without question. 

We left the overcrowded shack and crossed the camp to the other one, all the while Arthur was looking around the place. 

"Quite a camp you've got here. I particularly liked the skulls on sticks over there, noticed 'em on the way in," he waved towards the entrance and I tutted at his dryness. 

"Those were my idea, I thought they made the place look homey. I'm glad you like them," I smiled sweetly at him. He shook his head in amusement as we entered the other building, ducking out of the still pouring rain. The bucket was there as promised, sitting atop a storage crate next to a chair that had a fresh change of clothes hanging off the back, and Arthur's shaving kit on the seat.

Arthur immediately began to strip, kicking his soggy boots off then pulling his shirt open, not bothering to undo the buttons. A couple popped off. The thing was completely ruined anyway, so I didn't blame him. Even his union suit hadn't escaped the grime, blood and dirt caked that too, but it seemed salvageable so he actually took the time to unbutton it. He peeled it from his shoulders, with his back to me I could see bruises and scrapes mottling his skin, purples and pinks and faded greens. A lump formed in my throat and I closed the gap between us, finally allowing myself to wrap my arms around him. 

I made him jump, and he froze for a moment before letting his hands come to rest on my arms where they wrapped around his front. I buried my face in his back – gently, to avoid pressing on any tender spots – smelling stagnant sweat, musk and sea on him but not caring one bit. 

"I ain't bathed in weeks," he murmured ashamedly, but it didn't stop me. 

"I don't care. I need this, just let me– I gotta hear your heartbeat for a while," I told him, turning my head and pressing my ear to the middle of his back. It was thrumming away in his chest, elevated but steady, there, undeniable. "I've been full of dread ever since I read about that boat going down." 

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all this," his voice was small. 

"I'm sorry about what you went through! I don't care about how these weeks have been for me no more. All of that's gone by, you're back now."

"Baby, I wanna leave with you, get you away from this," he began, making my heart squeeze, though I sensed a but coming, "but we lost all the money we stole from the bank. Most of it's in the ocean."

"It's okay. It don't matter," I whispered, closing my eyes, "you're here." 

After a moment I let go of him so he could finish getting undressed. He turned to face me before he did anything, pinching my chin and bringing me close for a slow, languid kiss that felt like everything was right again. His beard tickled me, even more so when he moved his mouth to my neck, pressing his lips to the puckered scar across my throat. I giggled and squirmed, and he moved back.

"I really gotta shave," he sighed with a grin. 

"Come on," I whispered, reaching for his trousers, popping open the buttons as his breath hitched. I didn't mean to do anything inappropriate, so I quickly let go and allowed him to undress himself. 

He dropped his pants and union suit together, getting completely naked without a hint of shyness in front of me. I watched and admired as he turned to the bucket and started washing himself, using the bar of soap Susan had provided to cut through the dirt and grime he was covered in. I ended up helping him, taking a soapy washcloth and scrubbing at those hard to reach spots in the middle of his back. He groaned when I rubbed circles into his shoulders, and I took some time to give him a little massage, loosening the muscles there. 

I noticed that his bones were more prominent than they used to be, less cushion between them and his skin. 

"You haven't been able to eat much, have you?" I mused to him softly. He hummed in acknowledgement. 

"The only restaurant on the island did seafood, the boys and I never fancied it," he murmured. I resisted rolling my eyes at his sarcasm. 

"What happened there?" I asked carefully. He sighed, pausing to scrub at his face and hair. 

"Nothing good. We got captured, wrapped up in some bullshit with a sugar plantation owner and all the workers there. It's a long story, it ain't particularly interesting, either," he told me begrudgingly. I picked up on the hint that he didn't want to talk about it and stopped prodding. 

Once I'd got his back clean, I put the washcloth back in the bucket and slipped away from him, allowing him to wash himself. I rounded him, crossing the room and leaning on a table up against the wall. I could see more bruises on his front, hiding beneath his chest and stomach hair and painting his skin a blotchy blue-green. He didn't seem to mind me staring, meeting my eyes across the room as he scrubbed the bar of soap up and down his arms, under his armpits. It was silent save for the sploshing of water and the pittering of droplets hitting the floor. The room seemed to grow smaller.

"Uh, how were things here? You all get out okay, no Pinkertons caught up with you?" He asked after a moment, then averted his eyes so he could bend over and give his hair a proper wash. It was shoulder length, by then. 

"Yeah, we packed up when Abigail came back, figured we'd probably be moving. Then when Charles came back, Strauss mentioned this place. I showed Sadie and Charles the way, we ain't far from where I grew up. We cleared out the gang who lived here before," I told him, eyes dropping to the floor. I heard a splash and sensed him looking at me. 

"We? As in you too?" 

"Not… not really. I had to shoot one guy, he was going for Sadie," I told him. He let out a sad breath. 

"You okay?" He asked. 

I shrugged. "I had to do it. I gotta be okay." 

"Don't worry. We'll get out of here soon, you won't have to do any of that no more," he assured me quietly, prompting me to look at him. 

"You really still wanna go, after all that?"

"Especially after all that," he nodded, "Dutch is… well, he's starting to scare me a little."

"Why?" 

"Killing folk… no good reason to," he mumbled, almost like he didn't really want me to hear it. 

He finished washing up then turned to his shaving stuff, not bothering to dress first before he started trimming his beard to a manageable length. I didn't speak to him while he was working on it, not wanting to make him talk. He cut it back to a short stubble, turning his head back and forth in the mirror. 

"What do you think; even this up or just shave the whole lot off?" He asked me. My mouth rose at the corner involuntarily. 

"I always liked a little stubble on you," I told him, and with a nod he set to work trimming the hair more neatly, until it looked like a few days' growth, more like his usual self. 

"How's that?" He asked, rubbing his hand over his jaw, feeling for inconsistencies. I smiled and crossed the room again, closing the distance between us and taking his chin in my hand, tilting his head from side to side to admire him from all angles.

"I think you're just perfect," I told him and he was flustered, turning pink in the cheeks. I slid my hand down, resting it on his chest, his heart thumping fast under my palm. "Kiss me, I gotta make sure it feels right, too." 

He obliged instantly, pressing his mouth to mine, his lips working gently against mine as he turned his head. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue and moaned softly into his mouth, indulging in the familiarity of his taste. I'd missed him so much. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pressing myself up against him, getting my clothes damp from his skin in the process. His hands played at the back of my head, pushing through my hair. I trailed my hands up and down his bare back, fingertips sinking in just a touch, feeling the solidness of his muscles, the firmness of his being, revelling in his physical presence and his touch that I had missed so terribly. 

We broke away panting, mouths touching as we shared breaths. I kept my eyes closed as I allowed the words to slip from me with an exhale. "I love you." 

I felt Arthur go rigid in my arms, stopped feeling his breaths puff over my lips, his fingers stilling at the base of my skull. My heart sank and I didn't dare open my eyes. I'd longed to say those words to him in his absence and it felt so natural to tell him once he was back, I no longer had to fear the prospect of him never knowing how I felt about him, but I'd expected a different response. Perhaps even in my wildest dreams; to hear those words spoken back to me.

A sound something close to a hiccup came from Arthur and my eyes flashed open, I edged back a bit to see him better. His lips were pressed together and they trembled noticeably, his eyes were squeezed shut and his brow was heavily furrowed. I froze for a moment. 

"Arthur?" I whispered, moving my hands to his face, cupping his cheeks. "What is it?" My voice shook. 

It shocked me to see a tear roll down his cheek, followed by a sob that shook his chest and a stuttered, ragged breath sucked in through his teeth. He wrestled his way out of my hands and turned away, dragging his forearm across his eyes as he cleared his throat.

"Arthur, I'm sorry, I didn't mean– it's okay," I murmured, my arms limply reaching for him.

"No, I'm fine, I'm–" his voice was twice as gravelly as it usually was, like he was trying to hide the emotion in it. 

"Look at me. Please. I shouldn't have said that, maybe it was too fast," I breathed, shaking my head, ignoring the shameful tears wanting to well in my eyes. My cheeks burned and I felt mortified. I had reduced the man to tears.

He turned to me, holding a reassuring hand towards me. "No! That's not– princess I– I don't know why I'm crying, I just couldn't– everything's so–" he stammered, unable to string a sentence together as the floodgates opened and more tears spilled down his cheeks. 

"You've been through so much, I'd be more confused if you didn't shed a few tears," I admitted, realisation hitting me as everything flooded my mind at once. Just in the last couple of months he'd watched a man get drowned by Dutch then torn to shreds by an alligator. He'd barely escaped the law after a bank heist gone wrong during which he'd watched Hosea, the closest thing he had to a father, get killed right in front of him. Then he'd almost died in a shipwreck and washed up on an island where God only knows what further trials he'd been put through. 

I wrapped my hand around his and pulled him towards me, throwing my arms around his shoulders and squeezing him into my chest. That seemed to pull the thread of his control until he unravelled, and he sobbed and shook and released everything. I shuffled us through the doorway into the other room, sitting us down on the bed. He hunched over and buried his face in my chest, so I combed my fingers through his wet hair and let him cry, pressing my wavering lips together and tried my damnedest not to join him. He needed me to be solid for him.

"I'm sorry," he told me through his tears and I made a quiet shushing sound. 

"Don't be. It's okay, Arthur. It's okay, you need this," I whispered, looking down at him. My hand shook as it slid over the back of his head, down the nape of his neck before starting at his crown again.

"Ho-Hosea, and–" he managed to choke out, and that was it for me. I was crying too. 

"I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry," I told him, sniffing and blinking my blurry vision clear. 

"I can't– I don't wanna do this–" he inhaled jerkily, choked on his own spit, I shushed him soothingly again. 

"It's okay, breathe," I reminded him. Tucking his hair behind his ear, straining to bend down and kiss the top of his head. 

"I can't do this!" His sob made the words come out loudly and my heart broke for him. 

"Baby, you're okay. I've got you, you ain't gotta do nothing just now," I tried my hardest to bring him some comfort but I knew nothing I could say would erase his lifestyle, the things he'd seen and the things we both knew he would likely keep on seeing. "I love you so much," I told him, my fear over saying it dissolving after seeing him in such a vulnerable state. I hoped knowing that would bring him some semblance of comfort, even if he could not say it back. He was loved. 

"I– I–" he choked, but each time he tried to speak he was interrupted by jerky inhales, and he gave up. 

"Just relax, breathe, baby," I whispered, finding myself rocking from side to side a little as if I was soothing a baby or something. 

It seemed to do something, though, because after a moment his breaths gradually slowed down, though they still came out stuttered. I whispered that I loved him over and over, relieved to feel him relaxing in my arms, eventually his breathing returned almost to normal, only hiccuping on his deeper breaths. He was soon quiet and still against my chest, and I kissed the top of his head again. 

"You're okay," I repeated, too dumb to think of anything with more substance to say, but wanting him to know it. 

We stayed like that for a long time, his face pressed between my breasts but in a way that felt the furthest thing from sexual. I continued to stroke his head, my hand travelling further down his back each time, my nails lightly tracing over his skin in a way I hoped felt nice. After a while, I felt him shift, moving to sit back up. He rubbed at his bloodshot eyes, dragged his arm across his nose and sniffed loudly and wetly. 

"Okay?" I cooed gently, my hand against his upper back, tracing small circles. I waited patiently for him to say something, letting him go at his own pace. 

"I'm– thank you. I got a little… overwhelmed. Sorry you had to see me like that," he finally said, resting his elbows on his knees and hanging his head. 

"Don't apologise. I'm here for you, Arthur, don't be ashamed of having emotions," I reassured him, leaning over to kiss his shoulder. 

"Thanks," he breathed, wiping away the remaining wetness on his face. 

My shirt was damp from his tears – probably snot too – and I didn't mind. I felt glad that I could be there for him for such a release, everyone needed to cry once in a while. I dried my own eyes too, hiding the few tears that had escaped before Arthur could see them. 

"When– when you said that… please don't think you upset me," he turned to look into my eyes, "when you said that, it made me real happy. For a second everything felt like it was perfect, and then I suddenly remembered everything else. The Pinkertons, Dutch, the money… Hosea," his eyes looked wet again but he blinked it back. 

"Arthur," I breathed almost silently, tilting my head at him. 

"All I want now is to be with you and to make you happy but it feels like everything else is always caving in, making it impossible. I just want you, that's what's important, I see that now clearer than ever and it just makes me feel so–" he shook his head, giving up on finding the right word– "that I can't just make it happen."

"Don't put that on yourself. I ain't expecting anything, things are more complicated now than they've ever been," I shook my head. 

"My darlin', I'm sorry I never said, I couldn't do it while I was all snotty and foolish. I love you too," he sniffed, looking up at me. Hearing those words from him was all I could ever hope for, I felt something close to euphoria, goosebumps rose on my arms. "So much. I was so happy to hear you say it but everything just came to the surface, you know? Just tipped me over." 

"Maybe I should've warned you," I murmured sheepishly and he let out a breathy laugh, his eyes shining. 

"No, you did nothing wrong. You're perfect," he closed in on me, cupping my cheek and kissing me. He pulled back to murmur against my lips, "look at me, I'm a mess. Sittin' here crying with everything hangin' out. What do you see in me?" 

"You're everything to me," I told him seriously, and he kissed me again. 

"You're too good to me," he shook his head. 

"You deserve so much love," I asserted, caressing his face. He closed his eyes and released a long, peaceful breath. 

"It feels so good to be back, even in this hellhole of a swamp where everything constantly wants to eat you," he said, I wasn't sure if he was referring to the alligators or the bugs, or both. "I was terrified I'd never see you again." 

"Me too," I nodded. 

"I ain't ever had a worse few weeks, but seeing you again makes me feel like the luckiest man alive," he said, and I shook my head at the bold statement, especially considering the terrible luck that had plagued him recently. 

I pressed my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck, leaning into him. My fingers threaded through his long hair, tightening in his locks, he groaned quietly against my lips when I pulled slightly to tilt his head more. We broke away breathless after a few moments, and Arthur's eyes dropped to my mouth.

"I should probably put my clothes on, 'case someone comes in," he said half-heartedly. 

"I don't think anyone's coming. Probably think we're making up for lost time," I shrugged one shoulder, lips curling into an amused smirk. Arthur's eyes flickered up to mine at that, holding them for a few long seconds. Our communication was wordless, and he pulled me in for another kiss. 

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muscle

Warmth.

Flying.

Wings? 

He looked back over his shoulders, wax and metal merged into appendages of flight.

Wings.

The sun carried him over the waves, the light golden and pink, the waters black and calling.

Sunshine.

Heat.

Heat.

Too hot.

Flames.

Blazing effigy.

Joey woke up in Henry’s arms with a sharp breath, feeling sore yet refreshed, but overly hot.

He pried himself out of the warm safety of Henry’s arms, breathing slow and steady, his head pounding with the force of a thousand seas battering against his skull, seeping into the crevices of his brain and purging all thoughts.

They had not done anything, had they…?

He glanced down at himself, relieved to find most of his clothing in place.

Good. 

He managed to get to his computer, rubbing his head.

Numerica.

No, no, no, that was bad. Just make some ibuprofen or something.

He took the pill with some honey tea, swallowing it with as little effort as he could manage.

“Morning, sunshine,” Henry’s low tones eased his headache, driving it away. Arms wrapped around his waist, soft cheeks rubbing against his bare back. He flinched, then breathed, reminding himself that perfection was impossible, and his flaws were part of him, and that Henry loved all of him, even those scars. Nothing was on his back. “How are you feeling? Didn’t go too far last night, did I?”

“No, you didn’t,” Johan murmured, his hand finding the back of Henry’s, giving it a light squeeze. “I d-don’t quite remember last night, though….”

“Mm, it went something like this,” Henry twirled him around, pushing him onto the couch, running his hands over Joey’s chest. Joey giggled a little, kissing Henry softly. Henry chuckled. “That happened a lot, too, yeah.”

“I think I got the picture,” Johan smiled, then pushed himself up despite Henry’s attempts to keep him down. “Come on darlin’, I gotta get to work. Come on, please… I’ll make you coffee.”

“Fine,” Henry pouted, “But I’ll complain the whole time.”

“What if it’s really good coffee,” Joey inquired, mixing in strawberry sugar, handing it to Henry, pecking a kiss onto his shoulder. Henry thanked him by catching him over his shoulder and kissing his lips, holding him close, pocketing little gasps and a small, “Henry….”

“Yes, cher?” Henry smirked as Johan’s fluster painted itself over his face, ears perking up indignantly. Henry ran his hands through his hair. “God, aren’t you a cutie. So sweet, I could just spend all day kissing you.”

“Shut up and drink your coffee,” Johan pursed his lips. “Seriously, quit your flattery.”

“It’s not flattery!” Henry sputtered, but took a sip of his coffee anyways, delighting in the taste and then drinking the vast majority of it. “It’s honesty.”

“Yeah, right,” Joey muttered, pulling on his tank top and shirt, slipping on his pin, pricking his finger. “Ouch!”

“You okay there, m'eudail?” Henry asked, looking over at him. Joey rinsed his finger in the sink, peering at the blood. His head spun. Were his hands all in one piece? They looked shattered, they looked pulled apart, they seemed… seemed… seemed…

“JOEY!”

“Wh-what?” Johan’s chest heaved, arms held down by Henry’s broad hands, his wrists pinned over his head. He slowed his breathing, focusing on the breath, in and out. Johan flinched as he saw the worried look in Henry’s eyes. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“I think… I think we should get you to the office,” Henry quietly told him, letting go of his arms. They quickly wrapped around Henry’s shoulders, Joey burying his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, deep and strong. “Not… not your office. My medical evaluation office. I think you have, uh… PTSD. Post traumatic stress disorder.”

“Is that bad?” Johan asked, his voice nearly empty. His hands shook. “What is it?”

“It’s… a lot of different things mixing together. Flashbacks, shakes, nightmares… it’s not awful, and it can be treated, but it might resurface every so often,” Henry informed him. He handed him his tea, lukewarm, and then took his hands, hot, stressed, anxious. “We can get you medications for it….”

“No, no medications,” Joey shivered, remembering how easily things pulled him into addictions. “I’m fine. I’ll just be fine. Th-thank you. I’ll be okay.”

“Johan, it might help,” Henry tried to persuade him. “I know that you’ve had bad experiences with drugs and stuff, but these will all be monitored.”

“No.” Johan felt dizzy as he pushed himself off the floor. “Working hard will help, That’s it. That’s all, all I need. Just good hard work.”

“Fine,” Henry conceded. “But I’m still diagnosing you with PTSD.”

“Not like it does much for me now,” Johan snorted, brushing off his shirt, grasping his cane.  “Not like it really would have done much for me ever.”

“It’s good to know what’s wrong with yo-”

“Nothing is wrong with me,” Johan’s voice dropped to an icy coldness. “I’m just fine, Doctor.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Henry tried to backtrack, yanking on his lab coat, following him out the door quickly. “I meant it like, uh, medically. Most of the time your results are anomalous.”

“Is that what I am to you?” Joey’s voice had hurt in it, making Henry wince. “Just one of y-your lab rats? I know that you also ‘test’ around with Chase. Seeing what makes me wrong, ain’t it?”

“No, no, Joey, c’mon,” he caught his hand on the stairs, their heights matched by the gap between the two. “Listen to me, please, I am just looking out for you. Your health is fragile, and the board doesn’t allow me to use your results for my tests, and that’s why I have Chase helping me. Nothing is wrong with you.”

Joey’s shoulders slumped, and he stared at the floor. 

“A lot of things are wrong with me, Ray,” he exhaled, managing to meet his eye. “But I’m working on them.”

He continued down to build up the machine.

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Hold On Loosely - Biker!Steve x Reader(f)    Chapter 16

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Special Thanks: Here’s to @itsanerdlife for fueling my Biker obsession and being my Beta for this whole thing. To my girl over at @girl-next-door-writes who also beta’ed for me. And an extra shout out to @bettercallsabs for this beautiful graphic. She is amazing and y’all need to check her out!!

Notes/Warnings: (My notes and warnings are for the story as a whole. Some notes and Warnings will not apply to every chapter.) smoking (I do not support smoking. keep your lungs clean y’all.) drinking, (be of age, don’t be stupid) minor violence, backstabbing, attempted murder, anxiety, stress, mentions of death, car accident, trauma, …I think that’s it. let me know if I’ve missed something.

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 Steve had never been so mad in his life. So much just happened that he didn’t have time to process it all. What he did have time for was a drink. He ignored the grumbling of the crowded bar- who were all, no doubt, gossiping about the scene that had just taken place - and stared Clint down until a drink was in his hand. And then the next drink, and the next.

 Sam sat in the stool beside him. “You’re taking this harder than I thought you would.”

 Steve didn’t say anything, but he finally put his drink down.

 “All this over one girl, huh? Who’d’ve thought.” Sam chuckled before he left Steve to his thoughts.

 “All this for one girl.” Steve shook his head.

 “Penny for your thoughts?” 

 Steve was surprised to see Mandie sitting beside him now.

 “You okay?” She asked genuinely sympathetic. “I know Y/N can be pretty dramatic but I want you to know I never said any of those things about you.”

 Steve took a deep breath. “Yeah, well, who cares.” Another long sip of his drink and he slammed the empty glass on the counter.

  She put a hand on his arm. “It’s okay to hurt, you know.”

 Steve froze and stared at her. Of all things to happen tonight, this was the least expected. 

 Mandie smiled at him. “I don’t know how you feel about Y/N right now but she’s…” She sighed and looked down for a second before giving Steve weary eyes. “Well, she’s not been the same since she lost Danny.”

 “How so?” Steve waved over Clint who, against his better judgment, brought him another drink.

 “She used to be much more… I don’t know how to describe it, submissive maybe? Obedient? I don’t know.”

 Steve took a sip of his drink and grimaced at the burn. This was definitely stronger than the last few drinks. Good. He was gonna need it.

 “Mandie sat up tall and looked straight ahead, admiring herself in the mirror. “I would never act like she did. If a man told me to do something I would do it.”

 Steve felt sick. “Well, you’re better than her then.”

 Mandie practically beamed but she contained herself. “Thank you, Steve. And forget about Y/N. You deserve a woman who will treat you right and do what you say. A good woman listens and she sure doesn’t shove a man in public, or elsewhere for that matter. She tried to embarrass you in front of the club. She disrespected you. You should have an old lady who understands that what you say goes and that the club always comes first.”

 “You volunteering?” He smirked.

 She grinned. “So, what if I am?”

 “I’d probably take you up on it if you were.”

 “You’re drunk.” She chuckled and swirled a finger in her drink.

 Steve leaned in close, “So, what if I am?”

 Mandie ducked her head and giggled at his flattery.

 “How do you know so much about bikers and old ladies anyways?”

 She shrugged her shoulders. “My dad was Treasurer of a club before he kicked the bucket.”

 “Oh yeah?” Steve was surprised to hear this. “What club?”

 Mandie gave him a sly smile. “You ever heard of the Four Horsemen?”

 Steve choked on his drink and swore twice. “Are you serious?”

  “As serious as sin.” 

  Steve shook his head in amazement. "I never would have guessed. That's one tough crew.”

  Mandie looked Steve in the eyes. “I’m tougher.”

 Peter Quill walked over and put his hand on the back of Mandie’s neck. She winced and looked pleadingly at Steve.

 “Come on,” Peter said while eyeing the bar. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

 Steve faced Peter. “Why? Uncomfortable being the only foreign kutte in this town? How come you didn’t ride home with your club, Quill?” 

 Peter leaned in close to Steve without letting go of Mandie. “You ain’t my VP. I ain’t gotta tell you jack.” He leaned back and pulled Mandie off her bar stool. She winced and grabbed her neck.

 Steve ripped Peter’s arm off of her and pulled her close. “She’s staying here.”

 Peter turned on a dime and glared at Steve with clenched fists. “No, she’s comin’ with me.”

 “Doesn’t look like she wants to.” Bucky stepped up.

 Peter looked around to see most of the men in the bar ready to fight him. He chuckled and put his hands up. “Keep her. She ain’t worth me getting beat over.” and Peter left the bar without any resistance.

 "I'm sorry to cause you such trouble." She looked up at him ashamed.

 "Doesn't bother me. Somethin' about him doesn't sit well with me." Steve looked around and saw Nat staring at him. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Hey, you wanna get outta here."

 Mandie leaned into Steve and nodded, “Yeah, thank you. He was awful and I’m pretty sure he was a criminal.”

 Steve wrapped an arm around her and lead her to the back rooms. “Most of the guys in those kuttes are criminals. You should know that with your extensive biker knowledge," He smiled at her for a second. "What makes you think so, though?”

 Mandie shrugged. “I don’t want to talk about him anymore. I'm ready to move on from him.” 

 “I guess that’s fair.” Steve tugged her into one of the bedrooms and let go of her hand. “Listen, Mandie-”

 She shut the door behind her and wrapped her arms around his neck, practically jumping on him. She locked lips with his and kissed him hard. 

 Startled Steve pushed her back. “What was that for?”

 “Well, why else would you have brought me back here? I want to forget about Peter and you need to forget about Y/N and trust me I can definitely help you forget her.” She winked and sauntered closer to him. 

 “Forget her?”

 Mandie slid out of her sweater and let her hair down. “You like tough girls, don’t you? Of course you do, all bikers are the same. Well, how’s this for tough?” Mandie gently pushed him to sit on the bed then straddled his lap. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear. “What if I told you I could get rid of her? Permanently.”

 Steve leaned back. “Seriously?”

 “Mhm, Just say the word and you’ll never have to worry about that tramp again.” She kissed his neck and began to tug at his shirt.

 Steve pushed her back again. “Do it.”

 She finally stopped and looked at him. “Are you sure?”

 Steve’s heart was racing. “If I say yes, how soon can you get it done?”

 Mandie got up from his lap and kissed his cheek. “I’ll take care of it, babe. I’ll see you later tonight.” She pointed a red nail at him. “You be ready for me when I get back.” and with a wink, she was out the door.

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Love your account. Could you do R11 with Vince please and thank you

Thanks so much, anon, it means a lot to hear you say that! And of course, I’d be thrilled to write this for you! Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!

R11: “You’re worth running up a flight of stairs for.”

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The night had been dull, starless with the moon a slim sliver of pale light in the sky, and yet the city of Chicago was alight like a firework. Vince was a prodigy in the superficial fling of the city, his chiseled features and hazelnut eyes alive with the roar of wind flying by. Beside him sat MC, whose rouge curls flirted with the strong gusts and flapped behind her as Vince drove throughout Chicago. The two had just left the speakeasy, where gaggles of people in glitzy attire danced and drank and then danced again until their hearts were content. Everything had gone smooth, yes, but how it went was an afterthought to the two budding lovebirds. Vince had rumored to MC that he had somewhere he wanted to take her--somewhere where “even the Devil himself don’t dare to step a damned foot in”. That had given MC a pleasant curl of jitters and she felt her heart gallop like the winning horse in the Kentucky Derby. She had been put on autopilot for the rest of the night and her control boomeranged back only when she dared sneak a glance at Vince. He’d meet her impish gaze with an innocent smirk, then turn away to do Vince things--MC only had the eyes for the man who was doing them, what he did wasn’t her concern. Once the last drunken fellow stumbled out of the speakeasy, Vince sought out his redheaded beauty and swept her up into his car, his face split with a playful grin and a soft edge to his eyes. Vince kept his mouth zipped the entire way there and didn’t relent no matter how many times MC flashed her stricken puppy dog face. “That trick ain’t workin’ on me this time, doll,” Vince cheekily said as he winked, “these eyes gotta stay trained on the road unless you wanna spend the night in the ward.”

MC rolled her eyes, her ruby lips pouting at her cocky boyfriend. “I think I’ll wake up there if you don’t tell me where we’re going! Curiosity ain’t something I can handle, ya’ know!” She crossed her scrawny arms across her chest and gave the bootlegger a glare that could break any other man down--but not the resilient Vince Moretti. He merely chuckled and shook his head, amused at her dainty antics. “A few more minutes ain’t gonna kill ya’. Trust me, this surprise will make up for all of this denyin’ on my end.” MC’s pout doubled and she sunk into her seat, her posture resembling a toddler who just watched the candy store pass by outside the window. “It better, else you’ll be alone when we get there...” MC mumbled beneath her breath, just to be a brat, admiring the blur of colorless buildings flashing by. Eventually, Vince’s car pulled into the driveway of a deserted warehouse, the windows shattered and the walls smothered in moss. He parks and an eerie silence falls between them, evoking a sense of unease that spooked the small redhead. Shivering, MC spins to Vince with a confused and unsettled expression. “Vince, what in heaven’s name are we doin’ here? This place looks like there’s some ghouls camping out in the shadows.” The bootlegger shoots her a rakish grin and extends his hand, confident. His eyes are glazed with the kind of trouble that MC loved to see--it was the liquor that loosened MC better than any spa day could. Seeing their glare, it was difficult for the flapper to stay apprehensive--she wasn’t the type of gal to turn down a good time.

“Enough of the pessimism, dolly,” Vince scolds lightheartedly, “your surprise is gonna get cold and I don’t reckon the folks who helped me set it up would appreciate me squawkin’ for a refund.” Convinced, MC takes the hand offered and Vince guides the small girl out of the car, shutting the door behind her as he tugged her along. Before they further their journey inside the warehouse, Vince dips into a mock bow and kisses MC’s ghostly knuckles, his mouth a scrap of hot satin against her skin. MC flushes the curl of her lips and swats the sly bootlegger away as he snickers wickedly. Vince leads her inside to a surprisingly well-kept room, armed to the teeth with crates of what seemed to be miscellaneous odds and ends. A faint glow haunted the second floor which coerced MC’s eyes to the steely stairs and the rusted bars that lined the edges of the floor. Vince gestures to the light with his chin, still grinning like there was an ongoing inside joke MC was unaware of. “There’s your prize, MC. All you got’s to do is use your legs and hustle your pretty little way up those stairs.” He husks it like a challenge--cause it was--and a grin accompanied by an eye roll gathers on MC’s face. She releases his hand and does her inscrutably bossy stance--hands on the hips, brows perturbed, eyes daggers that stab all that lands under them. “Oh really? Thought you knew me well enough to know that I ain’t no gangly gal with no energy in her step,” MC berates the bootlegger as she walks to stairs, her effervescent curls bouncing as she tosses him a wry smile over her shoulder, “stairs like these ain’t got nothin’ on me.”

Vince trails behind her with his hands in his pockets, brown gaze scanning MC up and down--lingering particularly on her thin legs. She could practically taste the doubtful air that emanated from him and it had the flavor of cigar smoke--thick and smothering yet from afar it seemed like the precursor to a badass gang leader seated in a leather chair within a small office. “I know you alright, but I admit, I haven’t seen you race for a shiny prize in a long while. Can you blame me for wantin’ to see if you’re still the spry troublemaker I fell over my own feet for?” MC feigns offense to the comment and frowns--there was something that Vince wasn’t telling her and it seemed like he was belittling her, as if she was too skinny and petite to carry her own. “I’m still the same troublemaker you chauffeured to the speakeasy first day I got here, Vince,” she starts her journey up the stairs, transmitting a glance that could’ve been interpreted as a whole slew of things, “and you’re still the same ego-savvy bootlegger that I trusted back when Uncle Charlie was shot.” With that, she charges up the stairs and she can feel his eyes on her the whole way there, admiring the view of MC tiring her muscles out. The redheaded flapper reaches the top in no time, her curls frizzy from how they caught the wind. She plants her hands on her knees as she struggles to catch her breath, lifting one to give Vince a cheeky thumbs up. “Made it! Bet you can’t do... whew... better, Moretti!” MC jeers as she casts a curious glance at her surroundings, which unveils that the dim glow was actually of a cluster of candles stationed in the middle of a pristine table set. What in the world...? What is that supposed to be?

“Better? Than you?” Vince counters as his broad hand falls to his stomach, laughing subtly--it was almost comparable to lemon juice splashed in a wound to MC. “Please, I could run up those stairs faster than you can catch your breath, bearcat.” With that, the Italian bootlegger dashes up the cold metal which emits a loud clank, clank, clank as he lands at the top--barely a bead of sweat tainting his skin. MC pouts as she realizes he’s not even breathing that heavily while she was acting like she only had one functioning lung to live off of. “But it’s a real darb to waltz up these stairs and see a hotsy-totsy flapper... well, I ain’t no romance expert, but you’re worth running up a flight of stairs over.” Vince has a dumb smile careening on his face and MC socks him in the arm just to knock it off him, her own features bright as the flattery of his words reach her mind. It was sweet of him to say, but there’s tons more lines to use to declare your love for your woman! “Shut it, you sap,” MC chuckles as she pivots on her heel to the table behind them--the one with decor that was straight out of the most luxurious restaurants in Chicago, “now tell me: what’s with the table? Bootlegger biz not holdin’ up anymore or something?”

It was a teasing remark, one that reinvigorated her curiosity, which prompts Vince’s eyes to regain their mysterious yet impish glaze. He extends his gun-calloused hand and with a smirk sharper than any blade MC had ever know, he murmurs low into the night as if the shadows could hear him. MC suspected that he made his voice guttural just to play with the butterflies gathering in her stomach, and to be truthful, it works--marvelously.

“Was wonderin’ when the questions would start up again. Come on, let me show you your surprise, doll. It’ll explain everything; trust me.”

And she does, happily taking his hand like it was a familiar route; comforting and understandable.

Reliable.

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Thanks again for your request! Really loved writing some good ol’ Vince Moretti!

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what sort of things does your muse look for in a partner? what sort of things does your muse AVOID in a partner? what is your muse’s love language?

✨ @evcrkill🌙 meme. still accepting! ✨

2. what sort of things does your muse look for in a partner?

vi likes em interesting and absolutely a little fucking weird. he likes em adventurous, rough, able to handle being ribbed / take some jokes, and preferably with background in hurtin mfs because then he knows that if his name is sullied then his man wont have an issue fucking someone up over it.

definitely likes em older and more experienced in life. he’ll make exceptions but they really need to be special. funny is a requirement. high libido. virote likes sex and lots of it.

at the end of the day, vi seeks a man that can keep up with him. and most don’t know how lol. they dont have the range tbh.

3. what sort of things does your muse avoid in a partner?

WHERE TO BEGIN.

the blasé hot man / dreamboat: ‘hot, romantic, and charming’ as the defining traits. oh no, this is the one he side-steps the most. the most annoying type of dude. also known as the dreamboat guy. he cannot fucking stand these dudes. men that think their looks and flattery can get them somewhere with him. they won’t. lol. what most people finds attractive, he doesn’t. got some intellect? you lowkey a freak and a weirdo? that’s invited to the party. the whole prince charming schtick don’t work on this one. like yeah whatever ppl think ur attractive and u got some manners and maybe u good in bed. and???? and???????? voted most likely to look like one of them mediocre marvel dudes

the pity party: woe is me, 24/7. a never ending flood of feeling sorry for themselves. nuh uh, lol. it ain’t that kind of party. and virote isn’t here to fix a man’s broken up ego/life singlehandedly. put in the work. show him that you have the power to pull yourself out of whatever. i guess i can slide in the downer here. just a total buzzkill. no humorless buzzkills, he shimmies away from them. show some emotional maturity and development, then he’ll consider.

the bore: worst version of the dreamboat. fairly good looking by society’s standards, but never has anything worth while to say. probably couldn’t carry a conversation while standing in line at the corner beside the fig cookie display. has no personal goals, has nothing going on. like an empty flower vase. gorgeous to look at, nothing inside. no thanks!

the anti: these dudes treat service industry workers like shit, have political views that you’d find on reddit or maybe even no political views at all, and don’t understand how to not be a total asshole to people who really don’t deserve it. vi’s fine with working with men that may be rough around the edges and show promise. that’s fine. but the absolute total heartless gotta go. the only exception vi has made was the terminator, but t’s a killer cyborg so…. god i miss them so much

the clinger: won’t let him breathe for a minute and crowds him up. has a sense of dependency that would annoy virote to freakin’ death. don’t need to explain much here, since vi makes it a point to voice how much he dislikes men like this. leave him tf alone. he has his life, go get ur own.

the oppressive bigot: do i gotta say anything about this one lol.

12. what is your muse’s love language?

acts of service. it’s the virgo venus side of him babey. he doesn’t give useless, empty gifts and quality time can be overbearing if there’s too much. physical contact is nice, but i think that’s packaged into the acts of service language for him cuz he loves giving his manz a massage after a long day. he will give gifts, but it’ll probably be something like a collection of quotes that he likes or a handmade bowl he conjured up in the chaos that is pottery class.

i guess the words of affirmation can also be folded into his acts of service type of love.

this kind of goes in how he likes to be loved, too. he doesn’t want any empty, useless gifts that he can’t use. he likes flowers ‘cause those have a billion ways to be re-purposed, books, art supplies, unique jewelry from a corner market or something. he’s not a very…. ‘take me to disney land and buy me a plush’ type. that’s just disgusting to him.

if a man ever suggested disney anything virote would bury himself alive